where did i put yesterday?

I swam twice, once in the morning and then again the afternoon with Matt. More people were in our pool and spa in the afternoon because we came a little later, but the sun was shining on the water. Nice—but I had to cook and my back was sore. I think my threshold of pain is higher than it was. I ache but I don’t moan and I don’t yell any more.

I had a nice day. Started Matthew McConaughey’s book, Green Lights, but went to bed early, at 10 p.m. I saw some people in the pool int he morning and one of hem invited me to come after Matt left early, for hockey, to join her with some friends she had for dinner. I went for dessert and tea and good talk. Tired, though, and more achey.

That’s enough of yesterday.

Today is Sunday and I am roasting pork tenderloin for dinner. It’s not second nature to me. I never cooked it when I was cooking for six. I would have had to buy two and I thought it was expensive. I know now there is no waste, except the fell, but I didn’t know much about rubs and marinades then. I’m reading recipes again and I watch the videos to learn more about how to chop efficiently, watching the hands.

When I was first married after a life of academia I spent six months battering bruising burning and cutting my hands before I learned anything. No videos then and no role model. I learned to bake bread from pictures in my big Betty Crocker cookbook, a wedding present.

Is anyone that old? I think most of my contemporaries learned to cook from The Joy of Cooking (no pictures) or their mothers and It seemed to me that the instructions always ended with “cook util done”. I didn’t know how long that was.

People always assume. you know more than you do.

Nothing. Nowhere. That’s a good place to start.

Tomorrow. .