“Important discovery: if you put your cookie briquettes in the ‘wave, set it on high, and then forget them for like a minute or so, they will start to burn. From the inside. Where it’s hidden until you dip them in milk and they snarl at you, and then you bite into them and the middle is black.”
Not sure if everyone else’s hardened up like ours did, or if my storage method/recipe adjustments are to blame. Either way, J.D. enjoyed them, as did we all.
“Oh, but they were good! Actually, slightly better than before, overall, since they absorbed the milk and were edible.”
Next time I make these, if there is a next time, I’ll be sure to have him really close by, so he can sample a FRESH version. Not a day-old one, that’s been incinerated, from the inside out.
Now we need to address a tardy situation. Yesterday was Sara’s 21st birthday, and I dropped the ball. She is the only child of Daniel’s younger sister Michelle and her husband Bruce. We traveled to see our beautiful niece get married this past summer*. Today we wish her a Happy Happy Belated! Hope it was wonderful, a celebration filled with gifts and love and plenty of cake that you didn’t have to make for yourself elf.
*I went looking for pictures from the wedding, or even the trip in general, but is seems as though most were saved on Dan’s computer. Which we all know has crashed about seven times since then. So. Those: not an option, gone.
Next up is what arrived on my porch this afternoon. I had gone for a walk* and wasn’t back inside all that long when the doorbell rang. This is a sign for the Maximum Grand Dog to lose his fucking mind. Oh wait, I mean protect us with his life! Whatever. It was a couple of calendars, left near the screen. (Yes, I do buy local as much as possible, but these I can’t GET anywhere in town [I've tried, believe me] so I am forced to order them from afar.)
*More on that adventure later in the post. I promise.
Here’s the funny part. As I was positioning this on to the kitchen chair (the one I use for my posed shots of the assorted ephemera in my life) I stepped back for just a second. In that tiny lax moment, Max jumped up. The shiny paper he landed on was unexpected, and NOT as comfortable underneath him as that spot usually is. He gave me SUCH a look!
I asked him politely to please get down and let me finish. He did, and I did. Then I invited him back up. Here he is, sharing the chair, and realizing that Dan’s on his way up the stairs. All photography nonsense is forgotten after this point.
One of the other items in today’s delivery was THIS, which I pick up every year. This afternoon, as I was glancing through it, I noticed a few topics that we’ll be discussing (at length, no doubt) tomorrow and into next week. (There is SO much good information in these.)
Before I left the house earlier, I went into our card altar room, and was guided to step out of the rotation. And now, I know why.
You are being encouraged to expand your thinking.
By choosing this card you are being guided by your angels to look at your life and work from a broader, more universal perspective.
The angels congratulate you for all that you have done to date to serve and help humanity and those around you. Yet it is time to move on to the next level. Trust your angels and the universe for they will guide you. There is no need for anxiety or fear. You are simply being encouraged to think a little bigger.
Start to imagine yourself and your work reaching and touching large numbers of people without losing any of the integrity of what you do. Imagine all this happening with ease and only in ways that will make you feel comfortable.
It takes no more effort to think big than to think small. There’s no need to do anything radical at this time. Remember, to a large degree, we create our reality by what we think about, dream about, and imagine. Simply think a little bigger and ask the Angel Of The Universe to guide you.”
Well. This is truly a sign. It’s precisely what I’d like to do with my readings and this site. I’ll be working on these suggestions immediately, and I recommend everyone else do the same.
Angels, Gods, and Goddesses by Toni Carmine Salerno
none! We have too damn many cookies here right now. Come by and get some, please!
a grand total of 3. All of them on foot. I trudged steadily for 90 straight minutes, at an average speed of 2 miles an hour. It looked like this out there. (About 41 degrees F.)
Recently Robena mentioned that she was going to make sure her regular walks were more a part of her life. We had just been talking about that here, too. Today I wasn’t dropping anything off or picking anything up or making any sort of kid-related deliveries at all, no bike errands on the To Do list.
So I went info-gathering instead, wearing shoes and socks. Tomorrow night we’re going to meet some friends at a restaurant that’s not too far from The Burrow. We’ll walk to dinner, and now I know how long it will take us.
I was nearly home and thinking about the fact that I’d seen NO feathers the entire time. When: BOOM! There it was. One residence away.