promises promises

I’m a paper person. A day isn’t complete for me without something achieved on paper. Well, this is not paper but it’s paper-oriented. I made bone broth yesterday, so my first task this morning was to strain it and let it cool (outside) so I can skim off the fat, and—still to do—turn it into soup. My current favourite add-on is orzo. Still to come.

I made six loaves of Amish bread today: 4 small and 2 loaf-pan size—my Christmas baking, so I have something to give neighbours for a Christmas coffee break or teatime. I didn’t do my usual poppy-seed lemon flavour.I I stirred in craisins and walnuts. Last year I began my baking in October. This year my arms and hands are not as strong. I got that message when my arms refused to lift my legs over the ladder rungs in the swimming pool and scraped them up the edges. Now I’m having trouble stirring. I wo’t lose any skin over this. I’ll just have stiff arms.

Sorry to go into such detail. I finished a journal yesterday and I have to find a new one, a Hilroy exercise book if necessary or something pretty (and expensive) made for more deathless thoughts than mine. I’m filling the gap with you.

This isn’t a blog, it’s a blap.

sunday

Shower today!

And I get to put my left leg, without wrappers or plastic bag, into the shower spray. Soon. Before Liz calls?

She just called.

So Ill leave you now. Back later….

Cooking always takes longer than I think it will, and I get too tired standing. So I didn’t do as much as I hoped today. Lots undone, to do tomorrow.

But it was a nice day.

And that’s all I have to say.