Letters of Introduction
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Fresh oatmeal bread for supper.
Yes indeedy. Hot buttered crust, and a soft inside slice with strawberry jam that He Whose Name Must Not Be Mentioned made in foods class at school. Delicious. I took this photo to send my boy, to tease him, because he loves the homemade bread so and won't be getting any till he gets home at the end of the month.
I like the aspect of middle age that has reduced my appetite. An orange was my dessert. 'Course, I'd been sitting on my ass most of the day, maybe that explains it.
Still, I eat more at a sitting than either of my girlfriends Shelly or Cathy. Can't imagine how those two stay alive. I feel positively gluttonish when sharing a meal with one or the other of those birds.
But geez, what's with my neck in the picture? That must be the side of my hand. Just sayin' -- I haven't turned into a monster yet.
And I am getting really grey! Or silver. But I like that all right, too.
We got plenty of rain. The garden is soaked. I wore my little red rubber boots to hand-weed in it this morning.
It's time to get back to work.
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