A FLYING CROW DAY

Sahara and Margot check out Bobbies quilt.

Thoughts of Captain Poolie stay with me all day.  She was with me as I shelved books and fixed meals.  I shelved cookbooks and some were really charming.  Amazingly, I am really short on fiction.  For the first time ever, I have more non-fiction than fiction on the shop shelves.

“No one cooks anymore,” one lady told me this morning at the pool.

Perhaps I would use the internet to search for recipes more often if the laptop were downstairs.  Since it isn’t, I use old fashioned cookbooks.  I’d rather use frozen foods, being a really lazy old lady, but I don’t.  Tonight I’m making Bubble and Squeak inspired by John in Wales.

I cook.

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• Himself:  Auditing hundreds of estimates from one independent estimator.  Made me the cutest sandwich yesterday out of tiny cubes.  I didn’t have to bite into it.
• Herself:  Yesterday visited by two granddaughters and a daughter.  Sahara was heading home.  Printing pictures of flying crows.  Buying fabric chalk and thread at JoAnne’s to begin the drawing.  The sewing machine plate was tucked into a bookcase behind my work tables.  G found it.
• Reading:  Finished the newest Windspear and rereading an old Francis.
• Captain Poolie:  Laying quietly filled with pain meds.  She does seem to hear.
• Gratitude’s:  Just to be here and staying in the moment.