Today
was what every Saturday should be—lazy, no commitments, a genuinely nice day.
Jacob is here a lot the next week, because his mom is on a business trip to
Alaska—poor thing, a week on a Holland America cruise line. Have a hankering to
go to Alaska? Just call Jordan—she will tell you all about it. Being a travel
agent isn’t all bad.
Today
Jacob and I slept late, and it was well after ten before I got myself in gear
to do mundane house chores like make the bed, water plants, do a load of
laundry. Jacob’s dad came to get him for lunch, and then they took a buddy to
play at their house. I worked—learning to format manuscripts for print and
digital production. Steep learning curve, but I’ve been keeping after it. And,
yes, I had to have a good nap.
Tonight,
I’m still alternating time at my desk with household chores—cutting up chicken
for tomorrow night’s casserole, setting the table. I pan roasted the chicken as
I usually do—sprinkle with salt, pepper and onion, cover with foil, and let it
cook an hour or so.. It produces the most wonderfully flavored gelatin—at least
one of my children hates “gelatinous” things. I know it’s not good for us, it’s
not good for the dog (who sniffed with utmost curiosity), and I’d probably
never make soup out of it. But, gosh, it hurt me to throw it away. The Scotsman
in me, I guess. I once asked the owner of a Scottish B&B why they served
blood pudding—which is nothing more than oatmeal with blood added and I didn’t
think it was much of an addition. He shrugged, “I guess it was part of using
everything about the animal.” Sometimes I wish I were that kind of cook.
Unfortunately,
tomorrow probably won’t be that lazy. Maybe I got all the laziness out of my
system today.
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