Wednesday, November 26, 2014

the day before thanksgiving

I think I do this every year. I have such good intentions of coming into the holiday with everything clean and organized. I work hard at it and it looks like it almost might happen. The the shit hits the fan. I work a day. Regis works a day. Somebody comes in and stirs up our stuff. And suddenly it's the day before Thanksgiving and there is a huge mess.

Peter, April, and Elliot are coming late this afternoon so I have between now, 5 am, and then, to get things in order. So, what am I doing? Drinking coffee, writing on my blog, thinking of making some more ice candles for my friend, Shelley.

Jill sent me this:
The modern blog evolved from the online diary, where people would keep a running account of their personal lives. Most such writers called themselves diarists, journalists, or journalers. A few called themselves "escribitionists”.  (The word “escribir” means “to write” in Spanish.) I told her that fits perfectly. A combination of the words to write and exhibitionist. Indeed.

I have been obsessed with this grain blend this week. It was called for in several bread recipes that I wanted to try. Too cheap to pay for it at King Arthur, I found a recipe and concocted my own grain blend. It's beautiful, isn't it? I can't wait to try it in bread. Maybe Friday.

I worked at the Treaty Site yesterday. Regis and Gus gave me a ride and we went for a walk in the woods before I had to go in. So peaceful.

This is what it looks like from my little station in the front. The sun came through the overhead windows several times and I basked like a fat cat. Three customers came in and I realized quickly that I need to brush up on my Nicollet County history.

Well, the kitchen is calling me. Pictures and updates throughout the day, of course.

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