SnappingTurtle of Bloom
Jun. 8th, 2025 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI haven't posted for the last couple of days because I just get so tired by the end of the day. Since my last bout of virus, I can't seem to regain my previous energy level, which wasn't that great to begin with. I've avoided outdoor exercise because the air quality continues to be suboptimal. It does make me cough. At least, something does, and I devoutly hope it's the air quality, because if it isn't then I don't know what it is! I quit taking my losartan because I blamed it for my incessant, intolerable coughing, especially at night. It's been three days. I'm giving it a week before I give up and say that wasn't the problem.
But enough about woeful things. Tonight we finally hosted the Dante book club dinner that we've been trying rather unsuccessfully to prep for all week. I made a huge bowl of potato salad and another bowl full of ears of sweet corn, and set out tomatoes, pickles, sauerkraut, ketchup and mustard and etc. Friends brought chips and salsa, caprese salad, and ice cream for dessert. The Sparrowhawk grilled burgers, hot dogs, and bratwurst. The Sparrowhawk and I hauled the card table and lots of extra folding chairs out into the yard and set up a couple of umbrellas, and I set up another table on the screen porch to hold all the food. We had a cooler full of beer, fizzy water, and sparkling grape juice. We ate outside, and the weather was really quite perfect. It clouded over just in time to not fry everyone with too much sun, and yet the rain held off until we had cleared the tables and moved inside.
We continued with the first ten cantos of Paradise. Our youngest members are 7 months pregnant and moving back to the east side of the state soon to live closer to family there. We will miss them terribly, and hope they may come back for one more meeting before the baby comes. After that, we'll have to find some way to keep up. Tonight there were only three children, the girls belonging to Runner and Dancer, our gen Y couple. Gracie, the youngest who is 6, chose Paula, the oldest of the dolls, to play with. She also let the Sparrowhawk show her how the grandfather clock worked. I am honestly not sure how we managed all of this. I am so beat now . . . I can barely move. I would be prone at this moment except that the Sparrowhawk wants to start one more round of dishes in the dishwasher, and also watch a round of Jeopardy, so I delay my collapse to sent this report.
The punchline is that after boiling and skinning and dressing 9 potatoes plus pickles and celery, I FORGOT TO PUT THE POTATO SALAD ON THE TABLE. I don't think anyone missed it. They appeared well stuffed on all the other dishes. But if anyone feels a need for potato salad, just stop by. I'll fix you a plate.
But enough about woeful things. Tonight we finally hosted the Dante book club dinner that we've been trying rather unsuccessfully to prep for all week. I made a huge bowl of potato salad and another bowl full of ears of sweet corn, and set out tomatoes, pickles, sauerkraut, ketchup and mustard and etc. Friends brought chips and salsa, caprese salad, and ice cream for dessert. The Sparrowhawk grilled burgers, hot dogs, and bratwurst. The Sparrowhawk and I hauled the card table and lots of extra folding chairs out into the yard and set up a couple of umbrellas, and I set up another table on the screen porch to hold all the food. We had a cooler full of beer, fizzy water, and sparkling grape juice. We ate outside, and the weather was really quite perfect. It clouded over just in time to not fry everyone with too much sun, and yet the rain held off until we had cleared the tables and moved inside.
We continued with the first ten cantos of Paradise. Our youngest members are 7 months pregnant and moving back to the east side of the state soon to live closer to family there. We will miss them terribly, and hope they may come back for one more meeting before the baby comes. After that, we'll have to find some way to keep up. Tonight there were only three children, the girls belonging to Runner and Dancer, our gen Y couple. Gracie, the youngest who is 6, chose Paula, the oldest of the dolls, to play with. She also let the Sparrowhawk show her how the grandfather clock worked. I am honestly not sure how we managed all of this. I am so beat now . . . I can barely move. I would be prone at this moment except that the Sparrowhawk wants to start one more round of dishes in the dishwasher, and also watch a round of Jeopardy, so I delay my collapse to sent this report.
The punchline is that after boiling and skinning and dressing 9 potatoes plus pickles and celery, I FORGOT TO PUT THE POTATO SALAD ON THE TABLE. I don't think anyone missed it. They appeared well stuffed on all the other dishes. But if anyone feels a need for potato salad, just stop by. I'll fix you a plate.
