|Little Christopher, Little Stephanie, Sasha, Storm... memories|
The above picture frame hangs in the dining area to remind me of happy times. While I do love my precious Victoria, we had Storm with us for sixteen years and Sasha for eighteen years. They were sisters from the same litter. My theology tells me I will see them again. :)
Does this look a lot like last week? It is for the most part. The journal is now in my study and my Kindle reading has changed. I am now reading Writings of a Deliberate Agrarian.*
It is very enjoyable (and short, which is what I need at the moment). All the other reading is a work in progress. I'm looking through Jerusalem* to choose a couple recipes to try soon. Have I mentioned enough that I love this cookbook?
Soup for Dinner on a Blustery Day
Christopher called a few days ago, asking if I had anything ready for dinner. Mrs. C. was visiting family with her mother and sisters and he was at work... sick. And he really didn't want to stop for fast food on the way to his home.
Actually, I had just what the doctor ordered. Homemade veggie beef soup simmering on the stove!
Sooo... since one of his favorite TV programs was on in the family room (Top Gear), I set up soup and milk and a few cookies for him and soup for his dad. Top Gear is fun when you watch it with someone else!
I let the menfolk chat while I lit a candle and enjoyed a bowl of soup on the living room coffee table. A favorite show was on PBS that I didn't want to miss.
Not total family togetherness but whatever works in our households is a good thing. There was time to chat with the guys after they watched their show like the good old days.
One of the privileges of having my own room these days is being able to let some friends come out of the closet... so to speak. These are some favorites among quite a few.
Many are what is left from a Boyd's Bear collection circa' 1990s, others are gifts, a few hopped in my cart wanting to come home with me from Goodwill. What could I say? I'm a sucker for a furry face (just ask my cat).
|Ooops... caught in a playful moment.|
|I don't want my picture taken Mom.|
|I told you I am not in a picture taking mood.|
|Okay, snap the picture but I'm not smiling!|
Speaking of whom... she was quite annoyed that I snapped a photo of her being playful. After all, one does have a queenly image to keep up in her domain. ;)
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