Tags: sunday dinner


Old School Sunday Dinner + Daily Draw

Yesterday brought back the good old days when my mother cooked the same meal we so heartily consumed: Fried chicken, mashed taters, gravy, biscuits, green beans, fried green tomatoes and a salad. Mom always insisted on having a salad. We snarfed it down with great gusto ignoring the grease and salt. After all it's the cruchiness that makes it so good.

Today it is cold and gloomy outside. Not much going on except a bit of laundry. Otherwise I'm just entertaining myself with whatever appeals at any given moment.

Daily Draw:

The Fool - a favorite of mine, the Fool says go ahead take a few risks, step out and explore what lies ahead. This is a new day and new opportunties await. Every journey starts with one step.



Waiting till it's time to fix lunch and listening to Cassandra Wilson sing Tupelo Honey, st
ill a great song and one that touches my heart.

Grateful that my mood improved because I started out the day being a real grumpy bitch, probably because I didn't sleep well. Which is no excuse, but sometimes it happens. I'm sure more often than the husband appreciates.

Today's sketch, another self portrait, one with which I am more pleased than the last. And, it fulfills my intent to draw every day.

Still lots of snow and cloudy skies. Husband finished another puzzle. He is getting really fast. I'd like to get out but he tells me the roads are so slick that I don't even want to look out there. LOL He should know since he went to town earlier. He probably just doesn't want to pull me out of a ditch somewhere. The roads in town are clear. The road grader came yesterday and graciously scraped off the snow down to the ice and made the road worse. Happens every year. I should be used to this, but am starting to get "cabin fever."

Writing prompt #26. What was your first job?

My mother managed the snack bar at the local bowling alley, and so I snuck in under the radar and when I was 15 (1961) I went to work there with her.

And, now my daughter has arrived to cook the rack of lamb and I think I need to go be of assistance. She needs 1/4 cup of fresh rosemary, now where did I put my clippers?

I Walked

to the neighbor's house and back. I did this yesterday too. I intend to walk this route on all sunny days above freezing. This may be another pipe dream, but it feels good so maybe I will. I think I would like a walking partner. But, I only think that when I feel lonely. Otherwise, I like setting my own pace and not having to participate in a conversation.

I keep forgetting my camera. There's a devolving garage down that way I like to draw.

The sweetgum out back turned 3 colors all at once this year.  Nature dons her finest autumn attire, and I feel as if she does it just for me.

Still seriously addicted to cardboard and hot glue construction.

Erin has a migraine today. I paid her visit to share some Reiki. Poor thing. Migraines are such a curse. I do hope she feels better soon.

Sunday dinner must go on. The gkids kids and I are doing wings, salad and mashed potatoes (Trent's choice). Big Jay is back from school for the weekend. Maybe I'll see him and get a report on welding school. It is total  roll of the dice as to who will show up so I've no idea how much to cook. With hungry teenagers too much seems the best route. before the cooking frenzy begins. I've got a roof to shingle.

I am seriously excited to get this piece to the point of being painted.