WoodDuckDrake of Bluster
Feb. 25th, 2023 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThere's a line in The Celtic Devotional by Caitlin Matthews that goes "Words cannot express my gratitude for the coming of the light." It never seems less than a miracle when I wake up at some point in the middle of the night, when all is shadow and darkness, and the next time I open my eyes, dawn has come, and as if in an instant, color and form are dancing again. Alas, it still didn't warm up enough to make it possible to get rid of the ice. It snowed perhaps an inch overnight, a remarkably light, fluffy snow that festooned the car like gossamer webs.
I ventured out to replenish our provisions at the grocery store. It went pretty well, other than the moment at the end of the driveway when I applied the brakes, but continued to slide ponderously onward. However, the plough ridge brought us to a stop, and I proceeded without further incident. My impression of the people in the Village and at the store was that everyone is rather grumpy. They have been iced in too long. As I was loading my bags into the back of the car, a slab of ice slid off the roof of the car and shattered about my ears. The ice on the lake is melting, and I don't believe I've seen a single ice shack all winter!
I wrote another 500 words on what may well prove to be a completely pointless project. I invented a dish to use up the rest of the ham: mushrooms and onions, with a dash of Worcestershire sauce and sweet mustard, thickened up to make a bit of gravy, then the ham bits, and some grated cheese stirred in. It was a sort of ham and cheese sandwich in a pan. It seemed like the kind of thing that would be good with biscuits, so I made some of those, and steamed some broccoli. I admit I'm grateful that I don't have to go to Chicago tomorrow. The weather just isn't very welcoming yet, and the Sparrowhawk seems to be coming down with a cold. I hope we'll be better off in March.
I ventured out to replenish our provisions at the grocery store. It went pretty well, other than the moment at the end of the driveway when I applied the brakes, but continued to slide ponderously onward. However, the plough ridge brought us to a stop, and I proceeded without further incident. My impression of the people in the Village and at the store was that everyone is rather grumpy. They have been iced in too long. As I was loading my bags into the back of the car, a slab of ice slid off the roof of the car and shattered about my ears. The ice on the lake is melting, and I don't believe I've seen a single ice shack all winter!
I wrote another 500 words on what may well prove to be a completely pointless project. I invented a dish to use up the rest of the ham: mushrooms and onions, with a dash of Worcestershire sauce and sweet mustard, thickened up to make a bit of gravy, then the ham bits, and some grated cheese stirred in. It was a sort of ham and cheese sandwich in a pan. It seemed like the kind of thing that would be good with biscuits, so I made some of those, and steamed some broccoli. I admit I'm grateful that I don't have to go to Chicago tomorrow. The weather just isn't very welcoming yet, and the Sparrowhawk seems to be coming down with a cold. I hope we'll be better off in March.
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Date: 2023-02-26 02:52 pm (UTC)