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July 22nd, 2008
09:47 am - Ruminations
( A long-winded explanation of how I arrived at a book I enjoyed. It involves a journey through two other books. )
Yesterday in the post two fun things arrived. The latest issue of Gourmet magazine AND a package filled with jaffa cakes from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mockduck. Oh thankyouhankyouthankyou. We are happy bunnies at Chez Anglo-America. Senor Onion knows exactly jaffa cakes are just by looking at the packaging and he was begging for them immediately. When I had a cupboard open and he saw the boxes he began to weep and moan because I wouldn't let him have any. He also tried to steal other people's cakes. I owe you big.
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July 21st, 2008
02:14 pm - check-in
I am making this chocolate raspberry sorbet. It is churning right now. The flavor is too divine. It looks like chocolate sorbet but when you taste it you get this hard flashy tart raspberry flavor and then it finishes off with a bitter chocolate taste. I think this will be amazing. I am awfully proud of what I have created.
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July 20th, 2008
12:40 pm - life
Yesterday I made chocolate raspberry jam. You can view the fruits of my labor here.
I am right now baking a chocolate marmalade cake that molliewollie gave me the recipe for. It is from a Nigella Lawson book. We have this neigbhorhood party thing to attend this afternoon and everyone has to bring something so I am going to phone it in with a dessert. It also helps me use up some marmalade I made this winter. It was a batch that just didn't quite set but it tastes pretty good so I threw it in the food processor to break up the larger rind a bit. Some people aren't a fan of large pieces of rind in their food. Silly people. So far the cake smells really good. If it is a total failure then I can make something else.
Last night for dinner I sauteed some gulf prawns in butter and white wine and then combined it with some brown rice and pesto. It was strangely good. I also sliced up some bell pepper and then made a caprese salad. Mighty delicious. As was the Summer pudding for dessert.
Let's see.... Today I went on my Sunday morning walk and of course ended up at the garden store. It is always pleasant to spend time perusing the plants without the concern for what Senor Onion might want to pull at. I was investigating possible native shade plants to put in one area of our property. I am almost finished killing the great bind weed (as well as a few other noxious weeds) that live right by our chimney and this fir tree. It is a shady spot -incredibly damp in the winter and shady and dry in the Summer. My Mother suggested some Hostas and I am also looking at some ferns and maybe some sort of interesting ground cover. Maybe add some tiny foot path through everything. Woohoo mini-climate! The other adventure is looking at Mediterranean plants for the future project around our "front lawn" (small area of lawn that goes brown in the Summer) As I pass by other houses in the neighborhood to get ideas I am drawn more and more toward the idea of a tree or something. I need to research dwarf varieties of trees. More shade for the neighborhood I think. I ended up buying a dahlia and another variety of lavender. This variety is known for attracting butterflies and what not. Eventually I will probably transplant that to the front if all goes according to plan.
I was out watering the vegetables and herbs later on in the garden and I noticed that the peas were producing... peas! Out of my mouth came a voice of excitement more associated with a four year old seeing an ice cream truck or something. I said, "OH BOY!" It took me by surprise. I kept looking around to make sure no one heard me.
... I just took the cake out of the oven. It looks rather nice. I think once it cools I will sprinkle a bit of confectioner's sugar on top and call it a day. Or maybe.... I could make a glaze with some of the marmalade.. I should keep it simple.
Anyways, back to the garden, peas are happening, the lettuce is getting bigger, the tomatoes are producing baby tomatoes and more strawberries are coming in. Now to wait on the squash and see if it will do what I want it to do.
I am thinking of roasting a chicken tonight and brushing the skin with pesto. (I made a ton of it a week ago so we are eating a lot of it as of late)
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July 19th, 2008
12:41 pm - looking at the navel.
I went to the market yesterday. Dandy as usual. I had a butterscotch ice cream bar that good. I have had such a long love affair with butterscotch. I forget sometimes how much I enjoy it. I love the stuff so much that I even gave a cat the name of Butterscotch when I was four. He was a fluffy cat with white and butterscotch colored fur. Terrific cat. He liked to sleep on the stove -which drove my Mother crazy.
I also bought green beans, broccoli, some genuinely gorgeous tomatoes and a half-flat of raspberries. I saw some fava beans but I didn't buy them though. Maybe next time. I thought of bovril when I saw them.
Senor Onion was not a happy sleeper last night. He kept waking up every few hours. I let him sleep in bed with us for a few hours but it was chaos all around. He would occasionally nurse but then bite me or kick me a whole lot and anything I did wasn't right. Mr. Jenner and I kept taking turns trying to calm ol' Shortcakes. Eventually I took him back to his bed and got him to go to sleep; until it was light out and he climbed all over us like he was a Sherpa or something. Did he bring Jim Whittaker with him? Felt like someone was trying to plant a flag on my head. When he is willing to settle down and cuddle it is quite pleasant. But sometimes it isn't so lovely and easy is it? We are also easing out of nursing. While I have enjoyed nursing my baby (despite the initial difficulties that absolutely wrecked me inside) I am also at the point where I want to say, "get off my tits kid." Which isn't something that some of the pro breast-feeding sorts like to acknowledge I think. (at least when it comes to on line communities -which I tend to avoid because all they ever did was make me feel so anxious and I couldn't stand the dramatics of some, but that is a whole other conversation) Some seem to make it all out as being delightful sugar-free carob magical hippie sauce when nursing. Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn't. The constant emotional roller-coaster of Motherhood. I love and adore my son more than life itself and think he is such an interesting little person. And much of the time nursing has been nice and the general bonding and cuddling with a baby can be fantastic.
But then there are days when you can't even go to the bathroom without an entourage and you want to say, "I don't recall signing up to be Marie-fecking-Antoinette." Ah well. It is a situation where you realize, "L'État, c'est moi!" Or something to that effect. And it isn't forever. It is a brief period.
So somewhere in all of that I think I got some sleep.
I dragged myself out of bed this morning and had tea and toast. I somehow keep handing over part of my toast to my son. It is done in an absent-minded manner. "oh here...." *five minutes later* "Did I eat all of my toast?" I already am surprised in the morning to find I have had all of my tea.
I then cleaned bathrooms, sorted and organized medicine cabinets (so many things end up in there) emptied garbage, did laundry, trimmed some bushes near our entry and tidied up a bit of the living room.
I need to go to the grocery store at some point and also think of something to make for dinner. All that depends on how hot it will be today.
I may also play in the garden for a bit.
But then there is jam to attend to.
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July 18th, 2008
09:40 pm - Friday night cute-fest
( Adventures with the short gardener )
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10:07 am - in the kitchen!
Success!
I have created Bellini Sorbet.
It has white peaches, a bit of raspberry juice and prosecco. (plus a bit of sugar and corn syrup -to keep it from hardening) The flavor of the peach and the prosecco come through so well. It even has that touch of pink color to it. I will post pictures and the recipe later today on my food blog.
Now to think about other things I want in frozen form.
ETA: recipe!
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July 17th, 2008
03:22 pm - create dinner
I am on a serious cooking bender today.
I baked some bread this morning and prepped things for a strata that will be for dinner. (Thanks to 85percent for the recipe)Then this afternoon I put together things for a sorbet I am working on. The mixture is chilling at the moment. I think I should be able to churn it tonight or tomorrow morning. The cake I want to bake should wait until tomorrow as I ran out of eggs. I can wait to buy eggs at the market or something. I also made Summer pudding for Mr. Jenner. That won't be ready until tomorrow. Between that and the strata it was a good way to use up a bunch of bread ends that were lingering in the freezer. More room for sorbet and ice cream!!!
Tomorrow I will hopefully get some raspberries and logan berries. More jam-making this weekend.
We had our first batch of strawberries from the garden. Senor Onion was a bit of a pig about them. We should get a few more. Though he may just eat the rest. I plan on expanding the strawberry bed for next year. More berries! More fun!
The Guardian has this feature called The Writers' Rooms that documents (funny enough) the rooms of various well-known writers. Some living. Some dead. Grand stuff. A recent one was Charlotte Bronte's room. I have seen the actual room. The house where she lived with her family is incredibly cozy and cheerful. It's true like the description that the Moors themselves are incredibly bleak at times. Beautiful but definitely overwhelming. Not to mention the cemetery just next door to the parsonage is hilariously macabre with the endless lists on the stones of pre-mature deaths. It wasn't a fun period to catch a cold.
The rooms are tiny but I could easily see myself wanting to sit in a chair and just relax with a cup of tea. The definite sad presence in the Bronte "writing room" is the sofa on which Emily supposedly died. It definitely holds a faintly gloomy aura.
Check out the other writers' rooms. I like Roald Dahl's room and Simon Armitage's room which is like a shrine to books.
If I was ever honored to have my "writing room" displayed for public viewing -it would be a dining room table with piles of books, papers and other things I ignore. There would also be a cup of half-full cold tea and a half-eaten chocolate bar.
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July 16th, 2008
09:34 pm - complaints, inspiration and everything in between
From the complaints department:
Recently in Washington State, a law went into effect making it illegal to drive while talking on your cell phone. (unless you are using a hands-free set or you are reporting an emergency) The law is such it is a secondary offense. The police can't pull you over for doing that but if they pull you over for something else and also catch that -they can cite you.
Not the best law (because the police can't stop people for just that action) but still I am really really glad it is the law. What gets me is I still see people on the phone while driving. Such arrogance.
I suppose there are some who may disagree with me (and that is your right, but you are wrong. But that is okay. You are allowed to be wrong) but no one ever needs to drive and talk on the phone at the same time. No phone call is that important. None. If you really need to communicate with someone you can pull over/get off at the next exit. If you claim being short on time? I am sorry that your poor use of time management and ego thinks that you are above the law. But you aren't. I just wish people would truly grasp the responsibility that they hold when driving a car. It is a very powerful machine that can cause so much tragedy. To employ a Motherly tone, How would you feel if you were on your phone having your very important phone call and you hit someone? Or how would you feel if someone who was on the phone and didn't react quick enough while driving hit someone you love. Imagine the anguish. The raw emotional pain of a potential loss.
Christ, a couple of years ago I was a pedestrian at an intersection. I waited. The car stopped and I crossed the street. The driver was on her phone and apparently wasn't entirely engaged with the business of driving and she hit me. I was lucky she wasn't going very fast and I wasn't really injured. I ended up on the hood of her car with a few bruises. I did use a few choice phrases to tell her what I thought of her and her driving skills.
There are some things you can't entirely control while you are driving. It is sometimes in someone else's hands. But you can choose to not drive and talk on the phone at the same time. So please. Wait to make that phone call.
On a slightly more upbeat note, a family friend is taking on an exciting journey. My friend Dahti is a hilariously amazing person. She has done all kinds of interesting things. She is a musician, spent years being a Library wench, is the one person I have met who accidentally graduated from college. It can happen. Let her tell you. She also became an athlete after the age of 50. Yeah. She has done triathalons, a marathon and bike tours. She is one fit lady. She is up there with that one Olympic Swimmer who is over 41 and kicking ass. She is about to embark on a 1,000 mile bicycle ride. She is going to bike from Port Townsend to Portland, OR -where she will stop to do a duathlon (because what else should a person do a 1,000 mile bike ride) and then will continue on with her son Nick (also known as pseudomammal) down to Monterey California.
This is a memorial bike trip in honor of Nick's fiance Julia. As long time readers of my LJ might remember. Just over two years ago, Julia was killed in a car accident. She and Nick were driving to Tennessee where she was about to begin PhD studies working with songbirds.
Dahti said,
Julia's parents, Robert and Anne Orth, have endowed a memorial
scholarship fund in her name to New College in Florida where she
graduated for anyone wanting to study in the same field. So Nick and I
are trying to raise awareness and funds for the scholarship fund (90%
of what we receive will go to this fund) and the Nature Conservancy
(the other 10%).
Check out Dahti's website. You can see how she is doing when she is on the bike trip. Send her emails or comment on her journal. So many options.
( If you want to contribute to the memorial fund )
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July 15th, 2008
12:44 pm - Outings.
I read this great article in last week's New Yorker about Mark Morris and the original version of Prokofiev's Romeo and Juliet: On Motifs of Shakespeare he has choreographed for a festival at Bard College. They talk to him as he is choreographing the pieces, his approach to dance and the dancers and all about Prokofiev and the ballet he wrote. Usually the articles I really love in the New Yorker and want to share with other people are available on line.
This time? No.
I was disappointed. If you get your paws on the article do read it. I may have to send this to my sister and my Mother. They would appreciate it. (My sister was a dancer for a long time -like me and my Mother knew Mark Morris when he was a very fey and excitable teenager who would refer to everything as being, "too decadent.")
The article is great because it talks a little bit about how Morris choreographs more with the body in mind than what looks light and pretty from the audience. So he has experimented and done some neat things that involve dancers showing more of their masculine or feminine side. (Like women lifting men or male Pas de Deux and using non-Balanchine dancer body-types)
For this ballet he has also wanted to convey more of the gauche and violent side of people. Openly dirty and sexy and with the people. I wish I could see this. It isn't going to be on tour in my neck of the woods. If it ever was I would be there in a New York minute.
I took my son to the park yesterday. Nice little park that has a pretty nice sand pit for kids to play in and there are some shovels and ratty old trucks for kids to play with. Senor Onion wasn't interested in the slides or swings but the sand pit was a winner. The only draw-back is that all the Moms seem to be models out of the J. Crew catalogue. They are tall, slender and have the same blonde hair-cut and clothes. At one point there were two blonde Moms pushing their little adopted brown babies on the baby swings whilst talking on their cell phones. And (to make it more amusing) they were both saying, "yeah, yeah, yeah, I know!" at the exact same time. Senor Onion had a nice time playing with a pair of twins who were a month older than him. They would dump sand into each other's shovels, bury the ratty trucks and say, "hiya" over and over. This is a nice bit of socializing. All the conversation with parents was done sort of by proxy through the kids. "How old is so and so?" "So and so is good at sharing isn't he"
I need to find the park for the short slightly fat brunette Mothers who like to read good books. I keep finding the J.Crew catalogue Mom parks. To quote Betty MacDonald on standing next to a super glamorous woman; "I felt like a hot hygiene teacher. A hot hygiene teacher in an ugly tan knitted suit, the wrong shoes and no husband."
Today Senor Onion and I met up with meowlet at Sweet and Savory for delicious food and conversation about bad movies we love, good books, other people we know and houses we like. We also had a nice walk around the Mt. Baker neighborhood.
I think for dinner I will cook up some salmon. Who doesn't enjoy a bit of good fish. Maybe I will serve it with a bit of pesto.
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July 13th, 2008
12:51 pm - In the garden and out in the neighborhood
I found some garden staples the other day to hold the netting in place so that I might save some of my strawberries. They look a bit like small versions of the wickets used in croquet. I was rather impressed. I used some sticks to prop up the netting so that everything can grow and doesn't appear like they live in a basement flat. This has seemed to have done the trick. The bastard hobo squirrels and the ungrateful birds have not gotten into the berries and things are ripening beautifully and we might just have enough for a cake next week. I have some other strawberries in another bed (part of an experiment to see how they grow in different soil -so far the berries in the crap clay soil are doing better.) And I am attempting another approach at keeping the squirrels away. I read somewhere that planting sage or lavender (for some reason) keeps the critters away. So I bought a lavender plant (which I am sure will attempt to take over the damn place) and planted it next to the berries. Let's see what happens.
Somehow some of my lettuce migrated after the whole cabbage moth debacle and is growing big near the tomato plants. Okay then. I should harvest some and give it to a friend. The squash is taking over and growing out onto the grass. I think when I put together the garden next year I will plant that differently and in another spot.
( the battle of nasty weeds and a walk in my neighborhood )
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08:44 am - a few snaps
I made pesto Friday evening and Senor Onion was curious to try some. I assumed he was going to make a funny face and not want anymore.
( I was wrong )
( A few snaps of my hammy actor brother )
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July 12th, 2008
08:01 pm - summer food
I am doing my best to ignore the fact that I have been suffering from delightfully vicious insomnia again. It is coupled with serious jimmy legs. Again. I probably need to take more calcium/eat more potassium-rich foods for that. I am doing fairly well otherwise.
I made strawberry jam today -it looks pretty good. I had a small taste and it seemed pretty good. Next weekend I will pick up logan berries (for my Mom) and some raspberries to make more jam. JAM! Heck, maybe I will get logan berries for myself too. We can never have too much jam. (plus when I am feeling nice, I hand out jars to friends as gifts.)
I dropped Tom off at the airport -a lovely drive down, filled with good old fashion Port Townsend gossip and shop talk. Oh man... it is amazing how some people just do not change.
After that fun, I grilled some lamb burgers and bell peppers and then rounded it all off with s'mores. Though the s'mores were missing something. S'mores are best enjoyed with some sort of Shasta soda (usually cream soda) or maybe some tang-like drink that is part of the CYO summer camp experience.
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July 10th, 2008
11:42 am - bookends
I finished A Perfect Summer last week. I absolutely enjoyed it and now I want to look for further books to expand upon the various subjects the author touched on. It doesn't go into super great depth but it is an inspiring book. "Oh I want to find out more about this and that and the other." What struck me was how the beginning of the 20th century was a significant evolving point for many working poor people. The idea that they deserved a decent life and shouldn't be held hostage to a certain situation was growing and blossoming. I suspect some of that came out of education becoming more widely available and other people saying, "You should have a decent wage and not work in such horrid conditions." The recognition of humanity! Something some people don't quite understand now. I think culturally people forget every so often about this idea.
Plus all the gossipy stuff about the aristocracy is deeply amusing.
Right now I am reading Snobs by Julian Fellowes. (he wrote the screenplay for Gosford Park) It is gently vicious. Not quite as cynical as... Thackeray but in that vein. Where no one is entirely good nor is everyone entirely bad but sometimes have a hidden agenda of which they are not entirely aware. But it never gets too bogged down and dreary. Fellows manages to venture into Wodehouse territory and keeps it light and kind. Obviously this is a book written by someone who is familiar with his subjects.
I need to look through my list of books and see what I ought to read next. Maybe something a little more distinctly American.
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July 9th, 2008
10:18 am - too cool for school
( blah blah )
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July 8th, 2008
10:43 am - from the depths of the shallow end.
I am realizing more and more this week that the art of forgiveness is a highly under-rated skill. I think sometimes that some people see it as a sign of weakness or giving in.
Of course I wonder how to help people understand that it is a sign of strength and great humanity.
This is something to contemplate.
But first I need to take my bread out of the oven, pick up my brother from the airport, run some errands and make dessert for my other brother's birthday tomorrow.
Somewhere in there I need to wash my hair and hose off. I am disgusting.
But damn, at least my jewelry and sunglasses are awesome.
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July 6th, 2008
08:33 pm - Sunday night round up
The weather has cooled down considerably so what that really meant was that I put my stove to good use while I can.
I made ice cream, baked an apricot pie and muffins and made my favorite scrambled eggs for dinner.
A genuinely productive weekend.
And of course my current battle with some cabbage moths/larvae that ate half of the lettuce I had grown in one night. They are going down. As are the slugs.
Organic-style massacre!
My brother Tom is flying in for a short visit. It will be entertaining to say the least.
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July 5th, 2008
09:12 am - incessant ramblings of a backyard gardener.
We had a rather uneventful Fourth of July. I went for a nice long solo grocery shop yesterday morning. While I enjoy Senor Onion's company, it can be nice not having to hand things to him so he feels useful. Nor is there the time limit on his particular length of patience at sitting in the cart. I enjoy a leisurely grocery shop. I like debating the merits of two products. I saw some Green & Black's ice cream. So tempting. Maybe next time. I like their chocolate.
I also had a pleasant drive home. I like taking this one particular scenic route filled with trees, views of a lake and attractive early 20th century bungalows.
Later on, I tended to the potatoes and a few other things in the garden and then helped my son plant nasturtiums and cosmos in a couple of pots. It will be a good project.
There were sausage rolls for lunch, naps for those that napped and then we grilled some lamb burgers, garlic chicken sausages and vegetables. The neighbors were beginning to blow up things. As neighbors are inclined toward doing on a Friday.
While Senor Onion was being put to bed I had a look at the garden.
Some bastard worms/cabbage moths had mowed through most of my lettuce in the space of a day. A DAY! I was not amused. I was picking worms off and flinging them toward the hills. Ick ick ick. I laid down some egg shells to ward off the stupid things. (apparently it appears like moths are already there and the territory is taken. No idea if this will work) And then I noticed some baby slugs on my peas. I wish I had some chickens. I would feed those bastards to the birds. Instead I threw them into the bushes and then laid down a line of ash around the peas. The slugs try to come back and they will face a world of pain. MY PEAS! NOT YOURS!
Once the garden was protected and Senor Onion agreed to pass out; we semi-civilized adults that we are decided to watch Flight of the Conchords, eat sorbet and drink prosecco. I suggest this as a form of living to everyone. No S'mores that night, but maybe tonight. I need graham crackers. I am out.
We watched some of the big fireworks from our bedroom and fell asleep to the sound of people blowing up much of the neighborhood. We were able to sleep until the dick with the thumping bass came through with his hip hop ice cream truck of doom at 2 am. I was too tired to call the police but when he comes through next time? I am calling the cops on him. This. is. bullshit. Not even the good kind.
This morning all Jenners managed to sort of sleep in.
After breakfast I went to look at the garden some more. It becomes an obsession at times. The berries are turning pink! There are a couple of blossoms on the squash plants! The basil is coming out! And there were a couple more super icky worms on the lettuce.
*shudders*
I will have to pull out the dead bits of lettuce and see what I can do to fix things. Time to call my Mother the Master Gardener and get some advice.
I need to clean my kitchen.
It is a mess. I need to make ice cream. I also have a dessert to make for my brother Mike's birthday next week. Planning is required!
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July 4th, 2008
07:28 am - At least that is how we roll
Let's celebrate 4th of July the proper way.
With musical theater
If you need more musical theater for the 4th of July you can watch John Cullum as Edward Rutledge sing from the film version about the realities of the slave trade. Dandy stuff.
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July 3rd, 2008
09:50 pm - wanna see my scar??? and other health talk.
I went to the doctor this morning as I have been experiencing increasing numbness/tingling in my hands for the past month. It wasn't painful but I would alternate not having feeling in my hand and experiencing that tingling pins and needles sensation you get when you sleep on your hand funny or your foot falls asleep. It would happen all of the time. And in the past week it has moved up to my elbow. (more so in my left hand) It kind of worried me but I pushed the scary thoughts to the back of my head.
So, I had a chat with my doctor, she checked a few things and we are going to begin with the super sexy wrist braces to see if it is the deeply unhip carpal tunnel stuff. If nothing improves after six weeks we can step up to some further tests on various nerves and what not to see if it is possibly my neck causing this mayhem.
Mr. Jenner saw my wrist braces on today and said, "Hey you are a cyborg."
Yep. The awesome cyborg wife who brings you tea.
Step off Seven of Nine. There is a new bitch in town.
Did I just make a Voyager joke?
I need to get out and drink some cocktails.
Avec wrist braces.
I also found at the doctor's, that my blood pressure is made of win, the Physician's assistant adores how I am always on time to appointments and I somehow have lost 12 pounds since February. I am not going to question that. I don't feel like I have lost the weight and it wasn't like I wore heavy shoes the last time I was weighed. Because I am a total girl and remove any excess stuff (coat, heavy sweater, shoes, anvil) I have on me so I don't add to the scale.
So there you go. Live on a diet of pie, cream and carefully honed sarcasm and you too can drop pounds.
I should write a diet book a la Karl Lagerfeld. Lots of strange pronouncements.
"Avoid paisley for it is filled with carbs and subtle ennui." "I adore skinny jeans on strange men in Estonia. yet? I have no regard for anything beyond the Danube."
Someone recently asked after my Mother. Mrs. Chazbot is doing well despite being a woman with nine toes. She is healing fast and furious. Though they are a little too pill-happy. "I feel this and this." "We have a pill for that." And certain things have to be taken at certain times under certain circumstances. "You must take this fifteen minutes before David Letterman adjusts his coat but only if you have stroked the head of a llama who was born in the Andes. if you skip a step you will have to wait eight hours and pat your left arm twice. Eat with fajitas."
It is inspiring her to change some things in her life. She is getting an etsy store together (with my assistance) so she can sell mill-spun hand-dyed yarn and maybe sell a few knitted things as well. But mostly the hand-dyed yarn. We have come up with some amazing names for things. It is up there with having the job of naming lipsticks. You know you would want that job. I have been telling her various ideas of colors she should try and create. So when that is set up, you knitting fiends should check out the store. Because you know you want to keep my Mother busy. If she didn't have this she would be hanging out in bars.
You think I kid.
Pretty much the hope/dream is to be able to bring in some cash and cut back her hours at her main psycho job. She loves the job but is... less than enthusiastic about her boss. That is a whole other conversation requiring copious amounts of bourbon. And maybe a stick with which to gesture and point.
There was a terrific thunder/lightning storm last night. Loud. Crash. Bang. LIGHTS. It only woke us up a few times. But the humidity? It was Tennessee Williams humid at times. But no white trash or male relations wearing Grandmama's coming out dress.
Now it is time to sleep or do whatever it is respectable people do at this hour.
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