Da Blog

So these are the things that are on my mind tonight. I finished The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown the other day and I have to say, it was an enjoyable read. It was one of those books that, when I was not reading it, I was thinking about reading it. I also looked up about 300 details in the book, because that is the way I roll, and everything was legit. I am now wondering if I should have gone to Stamford with my spiritualist friend to visit the house that has a portal in the backyard.


Donald Trump rented out some property in Bedford, N.Y. so that Moammar Gadhafi could erect a bedouin-style tent for entertaining, according to a State Department official. Gadhafi had tried to pitch his famous tent in Manhattan's Central Park, which was a "no go" with city officials. Englewood, New Jersey didn't want him, nor did the Helmsley Hotel or the Pierre. I am not sure what "The Donald" was thinking then, or what his Bedford, N.Y. neighbors are thinking now.

Got my flu shot today and my pneumonia shot. I had pneumonia last year and the year before. Made me think I should put some effort forth on the prevention end of the deal. My mother always said an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Yes mother.

Caramel Cat Cakes

Karma is a crazy thing. Tonight my husband came home with an All Clad saute pan and it is a beauty. Tomorrow he will return with a Le Creuset pan or two. These are pans that I have waited a long time for and now they are just rolling in the door. When you like to cook pans matter, and I like to cook. I passed this onto my daughter, who called earlier this evening and explained that a fiasco had transpired last night in her new East Village apartment. If I am correct, my 2 car garage is the same size as her new place. She, however, forges on. She is a Taurus, enough said. She discovered that her new oven could not accept 2 cupcake tins, nor could it support one sitting on the top burners, when they were placed there when the prior fact was discovered. I really think youth helps here, because at that point, when the second tin of cupcakes that would not fit in the oven turned over on the top burners, I would have grabbed my purse and cat and moved. She saved 4 cupcakes and poured the rest of the batter in a loaf cake pan. As she related this story to me, a picture formed in my mind. I only wish I could really draw.

Daily Demands

So sure, I knew that going back to work would be a pull on my time and make blogging difficult. I didn't figure in all the errands that I would have to run after school, all the socializing I would have to do, and my daughter's move to a new apartment in the East Village. Sorry blog followers. I know I hate it when I am following a blog and then...nothing. But today I have some pictures that may entertain you.

This is the sunset at my beach a few nights ago, when I was not blogging. The moonlight shining on the water, the night when I was not blogging.

I had my honey at my side and a glass of Cabernet in my hand.

The new floor and wall in the kitchen where I work. Some are made angry by the color of the floor. I just wonder why? Then, there is the gate of the collective garden that my daughter calls "The Secret Garden." It is next to her new building, has a fire pit, one hears running water, and there are hidden stone benches and picnic tables for neighbors, who join, to use. She wants to join immediately, to get some bulbs in before it gets too late. I have already bought bags of narcissus, hyacinths, and leucojum. I can totally understand where she is coming from. I think perhaps a nice apartment warming present would be a basket of bulbs. But I think I will wait until after moving day.