Walking the dog Sunday afternoon in my tweed jacket I realized that what divides me from nearly all of my neighbors is encapsulated by the fact that I put on nice clothes when I’m not working.
Meanwhile, a pizza. There has been a lot of pizza this fall, in part because with the kids off to college bread doesn’t get eaten and I have to do something with the sourdough. I keep fiddling with it, but this one was really good. 🍞
Some days this is what the wood gives you.
New “desk sleigh” of a design I make occasionally, when I find the right size antique glasses cheap. It’s intended for pens and pencils and whatnot, but it also makes a pretty good little triple vase.
I had good intentions for mbnov, but I am giving myself license to bail on it early.
Oh, wait…
So, this idea of pitchers “combining for a no-hitter.” It seems to me like running a marathon as a relay: nice and all, but not nearly the same as doing it yourself.
I know this isn’t a word, but it would make a great brand name for a short-lived 1890s brand of breakfast cereal.
Bought a half bushel of Macintosh apples from the farmers’ market Monday, canned 13 pints of applesauce and 12 half-pint jars of apple butter, and still have a few apples left. Quite the feast, if you like apples. Now I just need some good bread and Schmierkaes…
The figure in the mind remains elusive,
The seat-shape here and there a tad obtrusive,
But were a chair more easily extrusive,
The making it would be far less amusive.
