Log Entry for Friday

(I don’t why; I guess I’m just too damn old... But I never think of these as “Blog Entries,” but as “Log Entries.” I think it has something to do with 18th century sailing ships. I read too much).

It was drizzling when I drove to work on Friday. But, it was sunny and warm at lunchtime and I was hoping the wind and warmth would let me cut the grass (or do any of the other outdoor projects on the extensive ToDo list) when I got home after work.

However, that was not to be...

When I left at 5:00 PM, it had apparently just rained. I had to keep the “intermittent” wipers on just to deal with the spray from the other cars.

So, instead of working outside, I sorted clothes and started the first load of the weekend wash.

While they were washing, I washed the kitchen counter (first with a Canadian dishrag and dish soap and then when it dried, I sprayed it with the Lysol antibacterial spray and wiped that up with paper towels).

I washed the cutting board with just hot water and dish soap and then let it dry. While that was happening, I wandered in to watch the last of the Evening News.

Back in the kitchen at 7:00 PM (I don’t care what Vanna White wears, I rarely watch “Wheel of Fortune”), I took the now-dried cutting board and added a generous slug of “food-grade” mineral oil. I studiously rubbed that in and left it to suck up the oil.

Please note: the only things I cut on this wooden cutting board (as much as I love it) is herbs and veggies. Meat is always done on a plastic cutting board to avoid confrontations with the chicken police.

I was hungry but not starving, so none of the few remaining leftovers called to me. But, I hadn’t taken anything out of the freezer to thaw. Hmmm... So, I ended up making scrambled eggs with fresh chives. Excellent!

I went back in the bedroom and watched the Red Wings game (with dread in my heart. We lose this one, its all over.) But we won (4-3)! That’s what’s so frustrating about this series. Neither team is that much better than the other and each game so far has been decided by a single point.

I turned off the TV and went back to my book and then bed.