A FLYING CROW DAY in Postcards 4

Sahara and Margot check out Bobbies quilt.

Thoughts of Captain Poolie stay with me all day. She was with me as I shelved books and fixed meals. I shelved cookbooks and some were really charming. Amazingly, I am really short on fiction. For the first time ever, I have more non-fiction than fiction on the shop shelves.

“No one cooks anymore,” one lady told me this morning at the pool.

Perhaps I would use the internet to search for recipes more often if the laptop were downstairs. Since it isn’t, I use old fashioned cookbooks. I’d rather use frozen foods, being a really lazy old lady, but I don’t. Tonight I’m making Bubble and Squeak inspired by John in Wales.

I cook.
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• Himself: Auditing hundreds of estimates from one independent estimator. Made me the cutest sandwich yesterday out of tiny cubes. I didn’t have to bite into it.


• Me, myself, and I: Yesterday visited by two granddaughters and a daughter. Sahara was heading home. Printing pictures of flying crows. Buying fabric chalk and thread at JoAnne’s to begin the drawing. The sewing machine plate was tucked into a bookcase behind my work tables. G found it.


• Reading: Finished the newest Windspear and rereading and old Francis.


• Captain Poolie: Sleeping quietly…but she does seem to hear.


• Gratitude’s: Just to be here staying in the moment.

Last updated February 01, 2018