Eh, fucking cancer. Mind you, I’m thrilled Ernie’s back in treatment as we want to keep things under control but it’s been about a week since he started Keytruda again and the damn side effects are rolling back into town. Leo just took off to go pick up some prescriptions for him. I’m so crazy grateful for all our boys do. Damn, I just made myself teary.
Speaking of boys doing things for us, Owen installed lights on my three glass shelves in the living room and I am so happy. They are SUPER bright so I have ordered a dimmer for but in the meantime my glass is just primping and preening. It’s a super cheap lighting kit from China, who knows how long it will last. The shelves are black and without light the glass is lost. We’d tried some little battery operated lights but they didn’t last long and it was stupidly difficult to change the batteries. These are intended for under cabinet lighting but they seem to work fine here. Owen had to drill holes in the shelves for the wires and then connect it all.
This is a work in progress view…glass is not all arranged…final display decisions to be made, but you will note the handles are all turned in the right direction in honor of my beloved Jim Eyre! This is all mid 19th century American glass and I adore it.
I swear I’ve never had tulips last so long. Thank you so much, Eva and Heather. And Eva, I’m sorry, but pink tulips are better than yellow tulips.
OK, I will grant you this isn’t the prettiest meal but it was really good. I had some barramundi sitting in the freezer so we thawed it out, seasoned it with salt and sumac and browned it quickly in butter. In the meantime we’d made some gluten free spaghetti. We drained that and tossed in a couple of handful of mixed greens and let them wilt. Then we added the fish back in, a bit of pasta water and all the pan drippings. It was a tad too dry…should have added a dollop of olive oil but it felt so nice and light, if pasta can taste light. I think I overcooked the pasta a bit as it doesn’t usually break that much until it’s leftovers. Oh, and I deglazed the pan with lemon juice and bit of white wine and tossed in a bit of lemon zessst.
I’ve been criticized by some (Leo) for talking too much about my cat’s bowel habits. I really can’t fault him on that but when you’re in caregiver mode, whether it’s a cat or a human, all modesty and social constraints pretty much fly out the window. Suffice to say, Hattie is feeling MUCH perkier. Here she is assisting me with the damn CVS pharmacy website.
Last but not least. An old stone house in Eldred that seems to be abandoned in the middle of farm fields. It is the Samual Gates house c. 1830s, I believe.
Here it is in google maps. I guess there are the remains of a road there but I don’t think it’s accessible.
Onward.
