It was warm but overcast for most of the day on Friday.
When I got home, the sun was finally shining and the first thing I did (after treating the cats) was to water all the container gardens.
I went in, changed clothes and watched the nightly news. Once again, they did a piece on the famine in the horn of Africa (primarily Somalia). The pictures of those emaciated kids make me want to puke. And the stories of people walking 200 miles to an aid station, dodging rebel soldiers and occasionally leaving their younger children on the side of the road to die, hoping to save their older kids are pathetic. But, where’s the universal outrage and response?
I was bone tired so, in spite of what I’d planned on doing, I gave myself the night off.
I went outside to check on the raised bed garden and my neighbor gave me two more cucumbers. I told her the last two went into a pasta salad and they were great. She seemed pleased.
Back inside, I used half of one of her cukes to make a sandwich for my dinner. It was one of my Mother’s favorites (and mine, too). Just mayonnaise, peeled cucumber slices and a bit of salt on white bread. Note: If you cut off the crusts and cut the bread in an X pattern, you actually have English tea sandwiches!
I watched a movie, which was okay, but was annoyed at the repeated commercials urging me to send $18 a month to save abused pets. Now I have nothing against saving abused pets, but where the hell is the information on how to send money to save the dying children in Somalia?