Seven Brides for Seven Brothers came on one of the old movie networks, so I raced to record it and spent one of my lowkey days watching it. My entire childhood was spent enamored with this movie, and I have…
2010 Year of Pleasures #9
I really should have taken before pictures so you could appreciate how awful my bathroom cabinets were. Jumbles of travel sized shampoos, old hair styling tools, facial masques, and enough lotion to rehydrate a mummy. Meanwhile all the pet owner…
2010 Year of Pleasures #8
This is peach pear soda in case anyone thinks I’ve suddenly renounced my faith in favor of a wide-bodied Chardonnay. No, I don’t drink, but I still put my wine glasses to use. To me, drinking a soda out of…
2010 Year of Pleasures #7
This lemon is from my very own backyard lemon tree. The tree is so puny I can’t believe it’s even producing, but here’s the proof. I thought it was exciting the first time I used homegrown herbs, but this was…
2010 Year of Pleasures #6
I had my first meeting with the rest of the women I’ll be working with at church, and so Bear made us homemade angel food cake with fresh whipped cream and homemade strawberry sauce. We all licked our plates clean.…
2010 Year of Pleasures #5
This picture is left over from last week, but it brings me so much pleasure I had to share it. Aside from the great company that hosting a get together brings, my favorite part is all the party food leftovers.…
2010 Year of Pleasures #4
I’ve really wanted to make more time for a social life this year, and so far I’m doing pretty well. My friends Chris and Sandra came over for a big knitting party, and then last Friday I threw a get…
2010 Year of Pleasures #3
Taken from my backyard. The neighbors didn’t have a pot of gold, though.
2010 Year of Pleasures #2
It’s about time I turned my attention to my little garden plot, and it seems to have gotten started without me. I have no idea what this stuff is. After the explosion of poppies and the lettuce bolting, plus the…
2009 Year of Pleasure #48
Gosh how I love the smell of wet concrete. It smells so clean and sharp. I don’t get it much here in San Diego, but it always reminds me of growing up in Seattle. It smells like childhood. It poured…