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Chestnut cream pie goes well w/ first cup of day's coffee (hadn't realized it was only 6 am) ... cake should be eaten after 7 am, no?
| As Husband spoke 2 visitors, I critiqued his farmer attire (w/requisite brokenzipperd pant) only 2 look dwn, find toothpaste drool on my top |
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| Feeding the compost pile a healthy diet of egg shells, tulip petals, coffee grounds/filters... carefully retrieving candy wrappers... |
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| Listening to merde hit the fan downstairs as Husband argues with dishwasher repairman about whose job it is to absorb faulty machine costs. |
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| Aging. Just ran into someone who didn't recognize me--either because I was wearing a dress... or because I was wearing another year of life |
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| Experiencing aroma therapy with a furry twist: Braise-The-Retriever, back from a swim in the bog, is infusing the room with eau de wet dog. |
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| Learning odd facts: Sweet Pea flowers in the house have been shown to improve wellbeing, boost male & female libido & lessen a hangover |
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| For some, moderation means not having another cup of green tea at 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. |
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| un têtard = tadpole (letting francophone children feed one mom's vocabulary. Not sure how much mileage will be got out of that word-morsel) |
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| Learning what Morning Glory seeds, once sprouted, look like: the wings of a dragonfly. |
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| Gardening. Lefty-loosy, righty-tighty won't work, no matter how many times you try, when you're at the wrong spigot. |
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| Losing the thermostat battle after Husband shuts off the heat, reasoning that spring is here to stay. Only, spring is being unreasonable. |
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| Fry a layer of tomatoes. Sprinkle garlic-parsley. Crack 6 eggs over. Let clear egg turn almost white. Gently push things around. Sel/poivre… ... |
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| The windows are crying. The rain beyond them ought to perk up those wilted, chien-squashed laitue leaves. |
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| @GlennF : The mistral here, an hour north of Aix, would more than bless you: it'd make you a saint, if it didn't 1st make you stark raving |
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| Braise-the-Dog just got banned from the beet garden after she had the bright idea to lay down there--on the new lettuce patch. |
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| Listening to lazy wind chimes. The "sacre vent" of yesterday has died down. |
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| Working on Saturday's talk to writers in Paris. Subject: "Marketing Yourself to Editors" (...or "How To Land a Book Deal by Blogging!") |
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| Basking in report card kudos and one 10-year-old's relief that she won't "redoubler" or be held back a year: the gallic gradeschool grind. |
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| Listening to Jean-Marc talk to a furry "road block" just before the staircase: "If I'm in your way, Braise, just let me know!" Dog siesting. |
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