The new rose miniature I planted this week. Photo taken before sunrise, 2015
I’m at a loose end this morning. I fixed breakfast, talked with Troy about the yard work I wanted done today, watered my house plants, fiddled with Facebook, walked the dogs for the first time since David’s surgery, read several chapters in a second book by Francis Fukuyama, Political Order and Political Decay: From the Industrial Revolution to the Globalization of Democracy, spoke with a young union volunteer for the Democrat Party and informed him I am voting for the Independents again, and pulled out a crochet project I began last winter, which I promply returned to my yarn bag. As you can see, I decided to write a post for my blog.
I thought about scanning more of my old family photos, but I am not in a mood to tackle the scanner again. I find I must be in a certain mood to tackle a technological challenge, or a crochet project, or bake cookies, or walk the dogs. My get up and go seems to have got up and went.
Daughter Connie and SIL Bill are driving up tomorrow for a visit and we will eat supper at the Celtic House. None of the girls are living at home anymore so I won’t see them until Christmas. I’d like to think we could drive down to the farm for Thanksgiving when they will all come home for a visit, but I don’t know that David will be ready to help me with the driving. He continues to improve. He lost his hydrocodone somewhere between the hospital and home and is taking Tylenol for pain. He says he has less pain now than before he had his surgery.
I spoke with Kathy earlier and she’s coming over to retrieve the too many tomatoes and eggplants I have on hand and convert them into something delicious, probably a ratatouille. She says we will be able to use it like a sauce on pasta. I bought a container of grated Romano/Parmesan cheese yesterday, and can use this as a topping. Geez, I’m so lazy lately, I don’t grind my own cheese.