too much

You don't need a blow-by-blow account.  My apparent silence hasn't been for lack of thinking, but i've been doing too many things with not enough time left over to sit down and blog.  And the Blue Jays didn't contribute to my peaceful assessment of the world (as is my wont?).  This past series has wrung me out and of course I'm not the only one.  The seventh game has just concluded and I have to pull back and remember what day and time it is, and get my head together.

Because early tomorrow morning I report for jury duty. Who knows whats going to happen? I'll let you know. 

happy thanksgiving

I ate too much. Although it was not a very traditional dinner; potluck never is, even organized potluck.  I worked on that pumpkin soup, my contribution (requested) to the feast.  It was too bland,  I cooked a bunch of squash in the soup and puréed it. Then I added a can of coconut milk, several splashes of maple syrup and I grated nutmeg into it (I still have my grandmother's nutmeg grater and I cherish it).  Blended and heated, it tasted okay.  I had tasted too much so I didn't have any when I took it to the dinner.  The most interesting item on the menu was a salad with slivers of raw brussels sprouts in it.  I have to get the recipe.

I helped to clean up after the first course and left to see the rest of the Blue Jays game. We live to play another day, and so do I.

I did a lot of paper work today, too, and tried to catch up before a weird week coming up. Ah, the School of Life: there's a new test every day, and this week will be no exception. Anon, anon.