Posted on 10/20/2020 9:33:20 PM PDT by BenLurkin
I’m going to have some leftover pie for breakfast. I mean, who else is going to eat it? I’ll take the balance of it to the clubhouse and put it in the fridge there, to share with folks. I’ll never be able to finish it!
Waiting for the sun to come up is an impatient job.
We have a pumpkin pie left, but I told the kids they couldn’t have it until later.
I think I’m going to put on my Official Major Housecleaning Outfit (gray sweatpants and my gray Confederate Artillery t-shirt), and clean the stove and mop the floors. I don’t think the Advent Kitteh likes bacon grease, unlike Shannon, who will lick the floor in the most undignified way.
The pumpkin pie breakfast was yummy, but then I had to get busy. I’m still trying to gather documents for my recertification, and that never gets easier.
In Henderson, they only wanted three months worth of documentation, but here, they want six months for the bank, 12 months for the meds and any other expenses related to either one. Such as health insurance and transportation. I don’t know how to figure the latter because I don’t know the federal guide on it.
Anyway, its done for another year. Since my Favorite Son was asking about how soon I have to move once I get notification about a vacancy, I’ve decided to call AR on Tuesday to find out if I have moved up on the list. And all that brain activity wore out me little ‘ead.
I’ve cleaned the stove top and moved all the chairs so I can mop.
Rainy and wet, but since we were inside and had no roof leakage it was all good. And I got stuffed but we followed guidelines and didn’t stuff the other turkey. Everyone seemed to have a good time.
Dad is great!
Give us the chocolate cake!
I know, he turned out to be a lousy human being. But he did make me laugh.
I made the bed.
Maybe I’ll go clean the bathroom in a bit. And play in the kitchen when it’s time for my next dose of pills.
That sounds like a very contented Thanksgiving Day, the kind I think we all had when we were kids.
What did I miss? You have lousy human beings in your family? How could you?
Slowly progressing on the floor ...
Bathroom, clean.
Kitchen, later.
A comedian who told a story about his kids asking for chocolate cake for breakfast when his wife was away thought about it, “Hmm. eggs and flour, just like pancakes. Sure!” Then he kids sang that song.
The comedian was convicted of drugging women so they’d have sex with him. So I’m conflicted when reminding people of his humor. At least I won’t name him.
Well, I’m in agreement about chocolate cake for breakfast, and while I can separate a man from his deeds, I admire the comedian but not his actions off the stage.
As for his humor, the Trip to the Dentist is about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Topped only by one in simiar vein about a dentist who gives the novocaine to himself by mistake, performed by two other people.
So yeah. I get it.
Kitchen done. Pat taken to work. Next, I’m going to get the oil changed in the Avalon.
Kitchen, tomorrow. I should say, “the rest of the kitchen.” I got to the cleaning up part and only stuffed the trash bag, so tomorrow, I’ll see what other trouble I can get into in there. Like maybe make a fruitcake...
My mother used to make fruitcake using the candied fruits, which I just hated. The cake was good but the fruits were gross. But she made it every year. My Unreal Brother decided he was going to make some one year, not too long before he began showing signs of dementia.
So he followed the recipe to the letter except for one ingredient. The brandy. She would make this hugh batch of the stuff right after Thanksgiving, and when it had cooled, she would pour brandy over it and then wrap it up as tightly as she could to preserve the flavor of the brandy. It also produced a very moist, very dense fruitcake. Come Christmas morning and the cakes that she hadn’t given away were sliced and served.
My Unreal Brother thought those were the best fruitcakes in the world! But he couldn’t figure out why his was dry and rather tasteless. Of course, after a month, all the alcohol would have been evaporated from the cakes, but he never got the connection, and couldn’t figure out why his didn’t quite taste like hers. ;o]
My mouth still cringes when I think of the taste of those candied fruits.
Sounds like those that couldn't be served for Christmas would have made good boat anchors.
Actually, being soaked in brandy and wrapped up tightly with a number of wrappings (cheesecloth, waxed paper, aluminum foil and then being put in a sealed dark container in a very cool place, like a shelf in the dirt cellar) when brought out for serving, the fruitcake was moist and tender.
The cake itself was very tasty, but the fruits always sat on the edge of my plate, being hand-picked OUT if the cake!
What a tiny sweet floof!
Good morning.
Up at midnight-thirty, for some reason. Oh. Yeah. I remember. The brain kicked into gear. GAH!
But I’ve used the time wisely, so it’s OK. I’m going to print some stamps, then write a note in a sympathy card to my Favorite Son and add a letter, then head for Lin’s for a case of water. I keep forgetting to get an extra case when I start the tea cycle, and I’m almost out of the weekly purchase. I’ll then drop off a DVD at the library.
And the migraine is still going strong... :o|
It’s 29° and “feels like” 23°. No wonder I can’t warm up!
Busy, busy, busy! And so cold, too!
It’s drizzly here. Cats don’t like it.
I’m making song sheets for the choir; Asuncion and Rafaela will be here at 9:00.
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