It’s the Little Things
It stopped raining yesterday afternoon and, when it did, the humidity was pushed out by a cool front that brought fresh, delicious breeze and mild temps. I had been working on my project for a baby boy's nursery. A friend of my daughter's had seen the paper maché deer head that I'd made for Brody's room (you can see it in the picture, so you'll know what in the world I'm talking about!), and asked if I could make her one. I had finished with the head and wall plaque, but he was still in need of some antlers, which are PLENTIFUL on our property. If you will recall, I have been in a boot for a stress fracture for the past 7-8 weeks, which I just got to remove this last week. It has...
On Hearth and Home
Well, that hearth part might be a bit of wishful thinking, since it's a still a little warm out for a fire. But I like the way those two words go together. Hearth. Home. They both speak of the heart to me, those I love, and what's most important. It's supposed to rain all day, and I have no plans but to stay inside, do some crafting on a project I'm making for a baby's room, talk to some little people, and maybe watch a movie. I might even make a pot of chili as an ode to the hearth. The point is that I need a recharge day. A day to take a deep breath and let some quiet seep into my bones. You may not have that kind of day planned. You could have a day full of errands, with long...
Slow Rain
Greetings from the road (and my iPhone-the blog mobile app is not cooperating!). I wish I could tell you I'd planned this on-the-road post, but I didn't. I slept in. I needed the sleep, and I am unashamed. I awoke to a delicious rain. The slow kind that nourishes the earth, allowing every last drop time to soak in, long and deep. But out here on the road, people don't seem too excited about it. The slow rain slows THEM down, messing up their plans and causing stress and irritation. Quite a few years ago, I was one if those people. Not that I don't go there now, because I do. However, this was to an exaggerated degree. I had my hand in WAY too many pots, my priorities completely...
…And We’re Live
I'm back to writing from the road this morning. Seems like I was just here, actually, because I WAS. We were late leaving the office yesterday, and ready to be home. We left downtown and got all the way to Weatherford, where we stopped for some gas. When we went to start the car, it didn't start...but it wasn't an engine or battery issue. It wasn't detecting the key fob (push-button car). We looked everywhere, totally befuddled by the fact that the car was just on. Finally, we called the car people who told us that we probably drove off without it. What? Apparently, you can drop your keys in the parking garage, start your car because you're still in range, then drive 35 MILES AWAY from it...
It’s All in the Recipe
I love to cook. My problem is that I hate to shop for the groceries required to cook. So, when I actually have the groceries, and my fridge is stocked, it makes me happy to turn on some music and start chopping some veggies. Last night, I tried a couple of new recipes; one of them was a honey-mustard, Panko/pretzel-coated chicken, and the other was Brussels Sprouts with bacon and garlic. The chicken recipe had quite a few ingredients, when you factored in the sauce, and had more steps than the Brussels Sprouts, which only had three. As I stood over the stove, adding and stirring, I thought what I usually think when I cook... "Who came up with this? Who thought about putting dijon...