I’m feeling a bit more rested. For some reason this past week left me exhausted. I think it was because I chose to do a lot of stuff on Tuesday and never quire recuperated from last Sunday.
So yesterday I dragged myself to the Farmers Market. It was the last CSA pickup. I have enjoyed receiving a weekly dose of veggies this summer. I think it’s a great idea and we will probably do it again next year if we can afford it.
Stopped by to see my Mom and drop off some stuff she requested (kleenex, combs). Tangled with her dang hearing aid recharger. It won. I was unable to figure out why it doesn’t seem to work. I suspect Mom of putting regular batteries in her hearing aid and then putting them in her charger. She denies this. I put regular batteries in her hearing aids so she at least will have working ones. I will have to figure this out next week when the stupid Miracle Ear shop is open. I put her charger on the floor behind her dresser so she won’t be tempted to put her hearing aids into it.
Went to church for the usual Saturday prep and daily organ practice. Eileen and I sat with a couple from our church on Friday evening at the library dinner at a local restaurant (Beechwood). It’s always interesting to answer questions and chat with people at my church. I admit to be very lukewarm to the whole church experience lately. It is all seeming a bit Hallmark Cardish to me.
But toujours gai, Archy, toujours gai!
Came home, treadmilled, then I cooked. I made Chicken Cordon Bleu for Eileen (which wasn’t quite done when she got home). Earlier in the day, I had roasted pumpkin seeds (I like them, I don’t think Eileen does). I also boiled up potatoes from the CSA and made Sloppy Joe stuff using Eileen’s Mom’s recipe as a guide.
That’s what Eileen had when she got home from work.
I do enjoy cooking.
Do people even understand why this is bad? A free press is one that doesn’t censor itself.
This is a new blogging platform by Evan Williams, one of Twitter’s co-founders. So far I have mixed feelings about it. It seems to be running some kind of a web page that will not allow me to use my bookmark service. This is enough to discourage me. It asked me to log in with my Twitter account. I began messing with it and then just decided not to. Maybe later.
These look good. They use squash.
See link 1 above. A free press matters.
I put this one up on Facebooger. It interests me because of the impact of the new ways we connect. I have often wondered about my blogging. I once pissed off a reader with my profane approach to religion. He threatened to tell my priest about my blog in order to shame me. I found that amusing. The interweb is public. Get it? I told my priest and my profanity amused her. I have like six readers tops not counting family. Whippy skippy.
I have wondered about this. I have concluded that Americans (me) are different from Brits. Also from Canadians.
Funny research. The syllable is “huh.” “Everyone” is everyone on the planet.
I find about a Jimmy Kimmel stunt through the China Chronicle. Cool.
Similarly, I learned about some sensational stories via Stories for a Price – On The Media in this weeks On the Media (one of my favorite NPR shows).
My niece, Emily Bastian, drew my attention to this article. Interesting.