…and more importantly, happy three day weekend. Once again my rocket scientist coworkers managed to strand two of us while the rest were at lunch. The upside to busy season is that for the next two months, we will be fully staffed. :)
I am in complete and total slacker mode tonight. I’ve got a Grolsch at my side and the cats have been taking turns with lap time.
Tomorrow will be a visit to the market for flour, yeast & cornmeal, and thus will begin my attempts to channel the spirit of one Mrs. Rose Reed* and bake some bread. (I’ve never done “regular” bread in anything but the bread machine before.) We’ll be starting with what appears to be a fairly straightforward French Bread recipe that came with the mixer. If it goes well, I will have bread to take to dinner Saturday night for Grandma’s birthday.
And we have the whole “new year” thing going as well this weekend. Three days to ponder, take stock, think back and look forward. Though every day really is a chance to start fresh, there is something about a new year. A pristine calendar full of blank pages - the hope that this year will be better, different, or just not crappy - maybe this year, the resolutions will stick, things will go well, mistakes will not be made, and the past will be learned from for a change.
Myself, I’ll be writing up my resolutions this year, as I always do. I know many who don’t do it anymore (or never have) for various perfectly legitimate reasons, but I like to think that I’m just not giving up. :)
Peace & Happy New Year.
*The wonderful woman that used to live next door to us in San Diego, and was like another grandmother to me, and was easily one of the best cooks on the planet.
