A Slice Of A Typical Day

As I found myself meandering around the house this brisk freezing morning, it seemed that one task led to another without any coherent purpose except going around the game board past GO again.  I wonder if this is typical for others?

After an unnecessary amount of time initially spent at the keyboard, writing and answering emails, watching an episode of NatGeo about Pluto, checking Facebook, texting my team about expected outdoor weather tomorrow AM (hint: COLD), posting on Facebook, letting the dogs move to the other wrong side of the door again, checking to see if anyone responded to my Facebook post, wondering how long I had been sitting at the computer, checking news headlines on the Sunday AM talk shows, returning to Facebook to check again, etc., I needed a break.

Yes, too much Facebook. No argument there.  Suspect I need a hiatus, but I feel compelled to share shelter dogs needing adoption before they get euthanized.  Softie, I know.  And then I have the compulsion to share lots of thoughts with the Facebook world because, well, they NEED to know.

So, maybe time for a nice cup of coffee.

I go to the kitchen to use my nifty little Senseo pod machine, but there is a bag of Satsumas in front of it, a gift from a kid on my team. So I remove the fruit from the bag and notice it’s a recyclable shiny gift bag, and I can use it for Christmas gifts. I take the bag to the portion of the back hall linen closet I have reserved for organizing and saving reusable gift bags and Christmas-y things, and realize I haven’t put the usual holiday decorations on the living room mantle yet, and need to move a couple of oil paintings to make room.

Upon taking one of the pictures down, it is obvious that small mortar and insulation detritus have drifted down from the gap above between the crown molding and the brick wall (my house foundation, being over 50 yrs old, has shifted a bit, yours hasn’t?), and it all needs to be cleaned up.  So I go get the vacuum cleaner, which has a nice little brush attachment that would make a short work of that.  But the dust/dirt canister is full.

I wheel the vacuum cleaner out to the garage to properly clean out the trap, and discover the foam filter is packed, so it will need brushing, cleaning, washing, and drying.  To do that, I shall use the kitchen sink for the washing part.  But there are dishes in the sink from this morning, so they need to be washed first. I usually heat water in a Tupperware tub in the microwave to wash dishes, figure it uses less electricity than using the tankless water heater (I do not have a dishwasher).  But it’s COLD today, and the tap water is very, -very- cold, so I’m just going to splurge and turn the tap to HOT and let it run to get comfy.  Then the water pressure plummets to barely spritzing.  Seems by not using the hot water from the kitchen tap regularly, sediment can build up and when you DO try using the hot water, it all comes cascading through the ancient piping and clogs your faucet aerator and filter.  So now I am removing and disassembling the swiveling aerator head to clean out the clogging grit and sand. (You ought to do this once/month, btw!)

Mission accomplished, dishes washed, we re-focus on the foam vacuum cleaner filter and its related plastic retaining parts.  They get cleaned and dried and it’s time to reassemble the machine to clean off the mantle to retrieve and display the knick-knacks from Christmases past, including handmade ornaments from some of the first kids I ever coached in the early 1970s (now doctors in Jackson, MS; Thanks Rich and Parker!).

But the big dog starts barking her aggressive intruder-alert bark, which is the notification that the doorbell will ring in about 30 seconds with a delivery from Brown, or Blue, or USPS. I’m amazed that the only sounds she seems to react to are delivery trucks (from a block away) and food wrappers (from any distance).

The post office has arrived with my DVDs from Amazon, and it’s now time to vacuum dirt and debris, arrange my little Christmas display, and try to remember what it was I started out to do in the first place.

Ah, yes.  Coffee.









Morsels Debut


While reading up on the benefits of dark chocolate recently (and why not?), I was moved to look for them in my local HEB grocery store, thinking homemade trail mix would be cheaper and healthier than available pre-mixed varieties.  But in addition to dark chocolate, there is unsweetened, bittersweet, semisweet, sweet, milk, and white chocolate.  However, DARK chocolate is what the article said had healthy attributes, so those other chocolate cousins were ignored like so many gaily-wrapped-but-unwanted packages of socks, handkerchiefs, and underwear at Christmases of long ago.

Nestle’s (pronounced “Nessels” Down Undah) makes dark chocolate MORSELS, so I bought a large bag, along with almonds, peanuts, and lovely California raisins (but not the dancing kind).


This morning I was reading a post and comment and reply from chef-friend Ellise Pierce (of “Cowgirl Chef” fame) on my social media page about a grainy-sugar low-temp chocolate from Aztec origins, and mentally meandering (which you may come to notice I am expert at, sentence-ending prepositions included) from Aztec-chocolate-Mexico to Inca-South America-Brazil-coffee, I wondered what a few (8) dark chocolate morsels added to a steaming cup of espresso (as opposed to ‘expresso’, which really translates as “bad coffee from a fast food joint, Express-o”) would taste like.

Turns out, pretty good.

Also, homemade trail mix is pretty good, but not necessarily healthy. Two cups at one setting is probably a larger portion than needed unless you are trudging the Appalachian Trail.  You have been advised.

chewonki girls AT trail magic

We Had A Hunch About This All Along

Your cat doesn’t love you.


“Rudyard Kipling was right. Cats really do walk by themselves, and do not need their owners to feel secure and safe, a study has shown. Although absent owners might worry that their pet is pining, in fact, cats show no sign of separation anxiety.

“Researchers at the University of Lincoln have concluded that cats, unlike dogs, do not need humans to feel protected.”

Full CATastrophic revelation HERE.