Monday, December 9, 2013

Sunday



I woke up at 6:00 a.m. on Sunday. It was cold again, but this time we’ll have snow in the afternoon through Monday morning. It’s only supposed to be an inch or so, though.

I stripped the bed and started the weekend wash. I ran through the normal Sunday morning chores and then shaved and showered.

Now, by way of explanation, I had promised Vicky she could take the leftover macaroni and cheese home to her family. But there was none. Since I had all this leftover cheese and it’s her birthday on Wednesday, I decided to make another batch for her. So, I did that next (I had to wait until noon for the Post Office to open).

So, by 11:30 a.m., I had it in the oven (in a smaller aluminum foil pan this time so it won’t dry out) and the kitchen mess cleaned up. I made the bed back up and put the clothes in the washer into the dryer. I pulled out the mac and cheese and taste-tested it. Hmmm… needed more salt, dammit! I’m always reluctant to season dishes that have a lot of cheese in them, as cheese can be salty. I apparently erred on the side of caution this time.



I was at the Post Office at 11:59 and there were already six people ahead of me, all with packages, waiting for the inner doors to unlock. So, I checked to see if the stamp machine had Christmas stamps in it and it did. However, that is in the lobby of the Post office and so I could have come and got them at any time! Ah, well. Something to remember, I suppose…

Back home, I filled out checks for my five favorite charities (they need the money most around Christmas) and paid the water bill. I went and got a cup of coffee and saw it was snowing already at 1:00 p.m. (Weatherman said at 3:00). Big puffy snowflakes here and they look pretty (probably not so much when I drive into work in the morning, though).

There was a beautiful blue jay eating at the squirrel feeder, so I went and got my camera. He was gone before I could take his picture, but I did get a nice shot of a cardinal.


I had what I thought was a brilliant idea! Maybe I put those paving blocks in the shed!?! So, I donned my outdoor gear and went to check. On the way, I ripped up the last of the rye bread and put it out for the birds and/or squirrels.

Nope! My brilliant idea didn’t pan out… So, I went in the garage and got the hand sledge. I walked out back and broke up a chunk of patio block that had been displaced with the Bob-cat. Then I took the rose covers out and covered the four roses in the English garden. I put the broken concrete pieces on top of each of them so they wouldn’t blow away.



Note to self: Buy new ones next year. They aren’t that expensive and that duct tape looks like sh*t!

Back inside, I warmed up and decided that my handwriting on the charity checks wasn’t that bad, so I got out all the left-over Christmas cards and started filling them in.

I got through a few when I stopped to return a call from B___. We caught each other up on our Thanksgiving adventures and chatted for a while. When we finally hung up, I went in and watched a taped movie, Key Largo (one of my all-time favorites). When it was over, I took a nap.

I woke up just before 6:00 p.m. First I sharpened my chef knives and then I started dinner. I boiled three fresh beets and fried some red potatoes and onions. When they were both ready, I broiled some onion sausage in the oven. Then I sat down and had a most excellent supper!

I cleaned up the mess and hung up the last load of clothes. Then I watched the first half of the new Bonnie and Clyde movie on A&E.

6 comments:

  1. OK...splain the "onion sausage" please.

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  2. Hey Bro! Didn't we already go through this once? Onion sausage is a primarily South Carolina specialty. It's not "hot" but it's spicy and very "oniony" flavored. I am going to have to take one of my precious sausage links to you so you will understand the attraction....

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  3. I figured if I complained enough, I might get a piece!!

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  4. You are a sly old fox, dear Brother!

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  5. Your patio blocks are seven leagues under the ground as filler for the bobcat hole. I recall chucking anything not tied down in there.

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  6. @Jake: Ah, that explains it! I was afraid I was getting Alzheimer’s

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