Woke up to a grey,
wet world today, and after letting Sophie out promptly went back to bed and
dozed to what for me is a sinfully late hour—almost eight-thirty. It just wasn’t
a day I wanted to get out of bed. Finally did though, only to find that the
grocery crisis continues. The sun did come out though, and that makes anything
better.
We didn’t get
groceries this week because Jordan’s car was out of commission. Today it was
back, but somehow a trip to the grocery never came together. Jordan finally
suggested four-thirty, but I reminded her that Sue, my Canadian daughter, was coming
for a visit and a glass of wine at five-thirty. So that didn’t work.
We discussed dinner
at length and finally decided I should make tomorrow night’s dinner tonight, because
I had all the ingredients. So I cooked German potato salad and kielbasa—chunked
up the kielbasa and sautéed it, but I got too much oil in the pan, and it was
greasy. The potato salad was sooooo good if I do say so myself. It’s one of Christian’s
favorite dishes.
Jacob did not join
us for dinner. He’s not been feeling well and is running a low temp. Christian
had taken him to a mall this afternoon, and when I asked if he felt well enough
for such an outing, Jordan said he had to get out, couldn’t just stay cooped up
in the house all day. I thought it prudent not to mention how many days I am
cooped up in the cottage all day—like today.
A friend posted on
Facebook tonight that she’d been sick all day but rallied enough to fix salmon
croquettes (a favorite of mine) and green beans for supper. Cooking, she said,
made her feel better. And that’s sort of how it made me feel tonight. Still, it
wasn’t a great day.
Now, back to that
Dick Francis novel I’m loving. Maybe we’ll go to the grocery tomorrow.
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