I've been doing things this morning, like walking on the treadmill and winding a skein of yarn from hank to ball and defrosting a package of corn to amend my Roasted Tomato Soup (they called it garnish but I put in a lot so it's more of an amendment than a garnish), so I've kind of left blogging to the last minute today. I am dressed, teeth brush, hair combed, and I assembled lunch (said roast tomato soup and pb&j for the next 2 days) AND I set up an audiobook to transfer from Overdrive to iTunes to my iPod while I roared around like a crazy person. Last night after work and a visit to the chiro I stopped at the grocery to pick up the few ingredients I didn't have for the soup, then I whipped it up after supper. Roasting the tomatoes, onions, and garlic made the house smell great and the soup is good but I know it'll be better when there are "real" tomatoes to make it with instead of the "hothouse" winter tomatoes in the grocery (and my price range) right now. I figure I'm still getting the goodies from the tomatoes and I'm thinking of stirring in a can of V8 to "tomato it up"--and balance all that corn. (Photo taken last night before the corn joined the party.)
It wasn't too busy at work yesterday but I didn't get enough knitting done on either project to show you and, wouldn't you know, I found something else I want to knit. But it's small and should go quickly; that's what I wound the yarn up for. I'll show you when it's done.
This morning's sunrise looked like a calendar to me--blue sky, stark black tree, thin white clouds with a tinge of pink. Too bad it's colder than a well-digger's ass in the Klondike and blowing to beat the band, but the sun's shining so I'm happy-ish.
March 4--David Stover, Foreman. Nick knew he was in trouble. No one answered his calls and everyone stopped talking when he walked into a room. He had stopped going to Betty Jo's Breakfasts on the way to the job because the last time he'd felt scorched by all the eyes boring into him.
Done! I need better prompts, these work-y ones aren't doing it for me. Time to shove warmers in my boots, put in my big coat and head out to keep the world safe from SCUBA diving. Cheerio!
P.S. Happy 21st Birthday to my "little" nephew, Colton! How can he be that old? I remember the day he was born and it wasn't that long ago. Happy day, nephie-poo.