…friend of the blog and prolific commentor OFD, Dave Hardy, went to his reward. Church-y language, because he believed in the power of The Church, as it was, and should be. I hope he’s watching with a bowl of pretzels and a bottle of Moxie. And if it turns out to be more than a spectator sport, we could all use a little help buddy… Prayers for those he left behind. Raise a glass to Absent Friends.
Cooler but warming later here in Houston.
Didn’t get a lot done yesterday. Did get some stuff sorted and put away. Cut the grass. Broke down and vac sealed the remaining meat from the shopping run (just the vac sealed pork tenderloin.) Got three nice roasts out of it, and decided not to do any chops. Cooked one roast for dinner with collard greens from the garden as a side. Collards are on their second or possibly third year, and still produce. Had a loaf of the shelf stable sourdough bread too, since I was already running the oven.
Felt kinda ‘off’ all day. Too much sun on Sunday maybe.
Today I’ve got stuff to do. Pickups, drop offs, and moving stuff around. I need to do some more tax paperwork, and some office work too. There is always something more to do.
Like stacking all the things, you need to do more of that.
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(have I mentioned that D2 is taking up the trombone? And that beginning trombone sounds like moose in heat? LOUDLY in heat.)