Lousy Day Comfort Bread

I had a rough day. I took a bubble bath and to warm the house I’m baking easy Irish Raisin Bread. The recipe came from a Raley’s Simple Magazine several years ago. It’s great toasted with apricot jam and good coffee.
Irish Raisin Bread (2 loaves)
5 Cups flour
1 cup sugar
1 tbsp. baking powder
1 1/2 [...]

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New Blog Banner (It Smells Like Home)

It’s summer. I was tired of looking at the misty autumn river scene on my banner. So I edited in my favorite view in the whole world. It’s a bit grainy, but I don’t mind.
The pier on the left is our family pier. It’s fairly new, 10 years or so. My grandfather built the original [...]

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Earth, Wind and Home

My postings have been down–depressing and in small number. What can I say, I just haven’t felt like writing. But things are swinging up again.
Last week, I was feeling a bit like Icarus; remember your mythology? I took a ride, had some fun, got too close to the sun, and nearly lost it . . [...]

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Tamales at the Front Door

As you can tell from my lovely demeanor last week I am not someone who always plays well with others.  But my knees are feeling stable today, although last week I was benched AGAIN after my grand ONE night return to tango lessons. Yes, I know, weights. . .
Anyway, I’m feeling more human today, shot some new photos for [...]

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June and The Green Desk Shelter Project

Last week we had a neighborhood wide yard sale. Apparently, it was huge and went well. I never got out to see, as I was stuck manning my own yard. I did okay, cleaned out the garage some, the book shelves (always hard to let go), clothes (also difficult–what if I want to wear that [...]

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Deprivation–shopping or sex?

Today I was out in the world, a place I don’t always like to be. It’s evening now and I am happy to be back home. Yeah, home. Zephyr is a big furry curl upon my bed. I’m nestled in at my desk, Anna Nalick on the play list. As soon as I’m healed (knee injury–slow recovery) [...]

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Bigger is not necessarily better

I love this snippet. I have it taped to my fridge. It makes me sigh with happiness:
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 ”The small things of life were often so much bigger than the great things…the trivial pleasures like cooking, one’s home, little poems especially sad ones, solitary walks, funny things seen and overheard.”
Barbara Pym, Less Than Angels

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