I slept in until almost 8:00 AM on Sunday. It was cloudy, but we're supposed to get occasional sunshine with a high of 66 degrees F. later. I ground up some coffee beans and made a pot. Then I wrote a rather lengthy Blog entry and posted it.
I started a load of laundry in the washer. When it was done, I put it in the dryer and myself in the shower (I was highly unmotivated and shaving seemed silly and too much like work).I got dressed in my shorts and T-shirt, put on my Crocs and went out to bring the grille back inside.
Brrr! It was chilly out there!!
Back inside, I got a roll of paper towels and the Windex and proceeded to clean all the long-neglected glass surfaces (on the end tables, ngith stands, etc.) and mirrors in the house.
I finished that up about 1:00 PM and decided to make lunch. I had bought three medium sized summer squash at Westborn yesterday so I used them to make a childhood favorite (and my Mother's go-to recipe for using up the excess garden's bounty), fried summer squash.
I put a big dab of butter in my saut� pan and heated it up. I cut off the tops and bottoms of each squash and sliced them into 1/4-inch rounds. I put them all into the pool and started to fry them. Here's when I noticed another victim of my surgery: I can't do a decent pan flip with my left hand! I kept trying, but ended up using a spatula.
It's pretty simple. You just keep cooking them, without letting them burn, until they start to "wilt" a bit in the center. You pull the "wilted" ones out (they're pretty easy to spot) and keep on going until they are all done. Then you hit them with some table salt and dig in!
Oh, my! That was good!
Carla's Mom called around 2:30 PM to express her sympathy for my Mom's passing. After we hung up, I took a nap. I got back up and watched a few taped Saturday and Sunday morning cooking shows and the next thing I knew it was 5:00 PM!
I went out in the garage to deal with that 40-pound bag of bird seed. I easily slid it out of the back seat and onto the garage floor. Then I grabbed it by the corner with my left hand and, just picking it up a few inches, carried it into the back room (I left the door open, BTW). There I could drag it across the tile without a problem.
I had already unlocked and opened the back door and unlatched the storm door. I couldn't drag it across the patio, of course (the rough cement would rip even it's heavy plastic) so, once again, I picked it up a few inches to get it in the grass. From there it was an easy drag to the bird seed can. One quick three-foot pickup and it was in the can! I cut it open with the scissors I had in my pocket and filled up the feeder.
I noticed the day lily under the topsy-turvy planter had blossomed one last time, so I went in to get my camera. I took that photo and then, walking around, I saw the one by the young Shoalin monk had also blossomed. Then, finally outside for the first time in a long time, I saw the clematis I'd planted had also blossomed. Check out the Photos section and you will see what I mean.
Back inside, I congratulated myself. Then I fixed myself a drink to relax my left arm muscles...
It was almost 6:30 PM, so I warmed up some leftovers (a burger and two more sweet corn) for my Sunday dinner. This time I did a more classic burger (pickles, American cheese, ketchup and yellow mustard) but I think I liked the onion and horseradish sauce better, (I'm a horseradish kinda guy, I guess).
I cleaned up the kitchen and then wandered in to watch my Sunday shows. I went to the bathroom around 10:00 PM and noticed the security lights were on. I checked it out and saw my old friend, the possum, under the bird feeder. He was probably snacking on the sunflower seeds.
I watched one more taped show and then went to sleep.