No one wants to hear about the doom and gloom that is in my head and heart.
Everything is fine. More than fine. So I’m going to ramble about inconsequential stuff today. Read at your own risk.
Soup will be the focus of my concentration today. I have a bit of leftover roast, lots of tomatoes, some squash and two bags of onions. Plus chard in the garden. And herbs. Lots of herbs.
Did you know soup doesn’t require a recipe? I never cook soup with a recipe.
I also thought that maybe today I could deal with the folded laundry from two days ago, left in two baskets and ready to be put away into closets and dressers. That might kill seven minutes. 🙄
Then, I might chop up some sugar pumpkins, stew or bake it, and make pumpkin bread. Or scones. Should I?
I’ll decide later. Or entice the freshly-baked teen girl to bake it for me. Get her unplugged for a bit.
I heard that next week is supposed to be icky, wet, grey and cold here in Toronto. South Dakota told me they’re expecting snow. (Keep it. Do not send east and north! I’m not ready!)
Which means I will need to do a few garden chores today. Wonder how much I’ll get done with puppy nipping at my ankles, and digging holes where he’s not supposed to?
Last week I drove up to a main street and was about to make a right turn when this big, fat racoon marched into my path and sat down in front of my bumper. Then he commenced to groom himself.
So I waited.
And waited some more.
The store I wanted to go to was across the street – Pet Value – literally walking distance from my position. I needed hay for the guinea pigs and a larger collar for the wayward puppy.
The racoon didn’t seem to care.
Did I mention it was in the middle of the day? Around 11 o’clock…typically you see the raccoons at dawn, or dusk. And not usually on busy roads near shops.
Anyway, he moved on eventually, taking his time, ignoring cyclists, pedestrians and cars.
That’s hardcore city wildlife for you. 🙃
And so begins my weekend. I’m on my third, and last coffee – but my headache prevails. So, some Advil will have to be located, and swallowed before I tackle my day.