This is from weeks ago— our first morning in Budapest, 11/24/2019. Let me define the problem space. Despite spending about three weeks in early November (after Mr. Big Food semi-recovered from being a Hip Crip— remember that?) preparing to travel, I failed to pack a pour-over cone in the checked bags. Recall that we *always*
We were out of coffee and coffee filters, and we cannot have that. So I made a trip to the market. I picked up my bag, because bags costs money at the market. Fortunately (we are ever so worldly and know these things) we packed a bag from home. Thanks to Whole Foods for giving
From the collection at The First Romanian School in Brasov. Interestingly, books and pamphlets were printed as single (double sided) pages, and not in quarto format. A quarto (from Latin quartō, ablative form of quartus, fourth ) is a book or pamphlet made up of one or more full sheets of paper on which 8 pages of text were printed,
Just watchin’ football on a Saturday afternoon. While the beef stew was simmering.
What do you make of this? Genuinely interested in your th. [Insert your thoughts here.] Do your thoughts change with the knowledge that this work of art measures about 10’ x 12’ or so? Whatever you make of this as a single piece, can you conceive of it as the inspirational motif for the interior
Over at A Different Route, Joe Beth has a story about The Great Horse Escape. It reminded me of something that happened sometime during our recent Hip Gimp days. It was a Saturday, I believe. There were several bands of thunderstorms with strong winds blowing through, and there was a lot of rain. The power
Good morning! Hope this finds you well.
It’s Friday night and the salads for the first Tailgate are chilling, the tea is made, the coolers are clean, and the corned beef and brisket are sliced– thanks to Kat– and so what else I’m I going to do? If you are among the randomly chosen readers who are seeing new content here, bless
That was back in the days when we did one (1) tailgate a year. For those, all we did was one main dish. It was a lot easier to get onto campus on Game Days back then and folks brought sides. That was then and this is now. Mr. Big Food has a nice relationship
Mr. Big Food cut the Southwest and Hidden Pastures yesterday. Dogs had a fabulous time! Scared up a covey of quail.
Have a good one!
It was a frigid 64° when I got up this morning. Refreshing. Making progress on the project that goes by the name, “Returning to the Civilized.” College football commences in earnest this evening and continues through the long weekend. Mr. Big Food is excited. As am I.
a tour of The Apartment! The new tenant, Dr. D, says he’s quite comfortable up there. Even appreciates the amenities of the bench and weights. Good call Daughter C & The J-Man! I’m just happy it’s over & done with.
I thought the plant was a nice touch. Not counting those that belonged to me but were residing in the Apartment, my library of crappy old books has increased by 520. I counted. I’ll get around to inventorying them some day.
“Here Jack!” Or, if you are of a mind, “Here Kyle!”* And more often than not, he comes– especially if you have a carrot in your hand. The other day we drove the truck into the pasture and he came right up. I did learn that petting him across the barbed wire was foolish and
Came as a complete surprise this morning! Male. Four or five years old. Very gentle– can pet him and lead him around on a leash. So we’re in the donkey business!
We went to Jackson last week. Stopped for gas on the way home about 10 miles from the exit we normally take. Mr. Big Food suggested rather than getting back on the interstate, we cut the hypotenuse on the back roads. Very pleasant.
One day last winter, when the dogs and I were walking around the edge of the water shed in the Piney Woods, I looked up and saw the trail cam! Right where Daughter C and the J-Man had left it. Took it down and brought it inside. Earlier this spring, when I set up the
Turned around from the sink and there she was. I think she’s 14 or 15 years old, maybe more.