My mind goes anywhere & everywhere. You might say parts of it are scattered all over. It drives my husband nuts; I can get so caught up in details when I'm trying to convey something that I forget where I am heading. It doesn't happen everyday nor with every conversation. The other day my friend admitted she was ticking off the different directions I was going in while I was talking. I’ve had Senior Moments for 20 years. Nonetheless life is good.
Friday, September 4, 2009
This 4th of July was different. The tents were up. Rain was forecast. prepartations happened as usual. People drifted in with smiles and greetings. And the rain came. With a bluster. And heavy downpour. The tent tops sagged as water caught in the downpocketings. Observers poked at the laden spots causing heads to turn as water splashed heavily toward the earth. Again and again. Stilll the strawberries cut trimmed, the peas shucked.
But after all that, it cleared and the day went well! My daughter and I had made Mini Stromboli Bites from a Rachel Ray recipe to share. Pizza crust with homemade spinach basil walnut pesto brushed onto the dough and laden with Fontina cheese. My cousin's wife told me she might want the recipes because her 4 y o son loved them ( and do did a lot of folks - and it was a good way to get him to eat vegetables.
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