Did you miss me?

There is so so much to catch up on that It has to be put in priority.

Laurie Colwin—can’t do her now because my cookbooks were in the kitchen. They’re in a. couple of boxes waiting to be assessed and sorted and (sigh) tossed. I’ll have to find it. I will not toss it It—it’s a keeper.

Stratford was fine. I saw Richard IiI , with Colm Feore, directed by Antonini Cimolino. I will comment on it—soon.

Some thoughts on Stratford, where i used to live (for 7 crucial years)

Back to the boxes and a non-working kitchen. Lots to do there. I’d rather write a blog.

And then there’s the Queen. Di d you watch the funeral?

And the sun is shining. I’m going to go swimming. [I DIDN’T.]

No idea what I’m going to eat with a non-working kitchen. [I MADE A RAW BROCCOLI SLADA AND THAWED 5 SHRIMP TEMPURA.)

I’ll think of something… See? I did but it was hard and slow-going because I had trouble finding things.

That’s enough for today.

Tomorrow will be better. I hope.

It’s today, the middle of a very fraught month. I’m catching my breath.

I’ve always said that September feels more like the New Year with everyone starting up again, hoping for renewed strength and purpose and a better way to get things done. No time has been more true for me. than now. Ii’m sitting in my living room full of boxes containing my kitchen. I have to wash everything before putting things back in (freshly washed) shelves. Well, not everything is going back. It will all be subject to a new purge.

I keep thinking of Laurie Colwin.

“Laurie Colwin (June 14, 1944 – October 24, 1992) was an American writer who wrote five novels, three collections of short stories and two volumes of essays and recipes. She was known for her portrayals of New York society and her food columns in Gourmet magazine.” Wikipedia

I’ve told you about her before—a novelist who wrote a couple of darling cookbooks using limited space and equipment with ingenuity, grace, humour and good recipes, always a pleasure to re-read. I’m thinking of her now because I am about to discard many of my last used-to-be essentials. My dwindling energy and strength make this possible and less traumatic because I don’t cook as much as I used to and certainly not for as many people.

I’m going to have to finish this when I get back from Stratford. I certainly didn’t plan on cockroaches last June when I booked tickets for this weekend.

Anon.