Another week in the books. Another week of uncertainty and confusion. Another week of constantly having to remind myself that this feeling of calm is always just the eye of the hurricane. And the storm is close by on all sides. And the storm isn't going to end for a long long time. Hard to balance. Hard to not feel seasick. Thankfully we have each other and friends and family nearby on the phone/text/video chat. Not the same as "real life" but this is real life.
There was some good news for a couple of friends who - in the middle of a pandemic! - found really great jobs. I am so so so pleased for them. They had both been looking for a while and this week it happened for them. A ray of shining light.
Last Sunday was Mother's Day and I was well taken care of. Harper wrote me this darling card. I asked Kurt if he helped her with it at all and he said no, 100% her. The phonetic spellings just slay me. Harper got me a box of chocolate and Kurt got me a box of nice goodies - tea and a candle and some sweet plants to grow. Then there was a big cookbook of things to BAKE! I lounged around in bed, reading the cookbook, drinking coffee, looking out the window. Later I watched Belgravia because who doesn't want a soapy British tv show on Mother's Day? It was a lovely day and to have Harper as a daughter, how could I get any luckier? She's a star.
There was more baking and more cooking this week. I tried a recipe from the big new book: Lemon Poppyseed Raspberry Muffins.
And you know what? They were kinda meh. Not enough lemon. Not enough poppyseed and why didn't I remember that raspberries have no flavor and are just a bit of mush in a muffin? Oh well. I gave half to our elderly neighbors. I hope they liked them.
I baked two more loaves of bread. One for us and one for friends (plus a dozen donut muffins). Our friends had a cat that suddenly died one morning last week. Only five years old, no health problems. Poor thing.
I whipped up what I thought might be an alfredo-y sauce for pasta one night - starting with a basic bechemel. I put some garlic and salt in it plus lots of parmesan, but man oh man it was the blandest, whitest pasta ever created. Looks nice on the plate. But looks aren't everything.
The cats are very busy. Willoughby would like more chicken please. NOW.
I love the death glare Willoughby gives in the background up there.
The outdoors are nice. I discovered this mini field of basil dreams on a walk. Clearly I'd not been down this block before and was startled at the amazing smell and vivid colors.
Then to my favorite gardenia bush which seems to bloom all year long.
Had to try some wacky hair color fun. Luckily it was just a test for a one time deal.
I like to catch her in every day things. Egg sammich and TinTin for lunch. (God I hate TinTin.)
We keep ourselves entertained. Harper has enjoyed watching Kipo And The Age of Wonderbeasts as well as all five seasons of She-Ra. She's been liking The Hollow as well. Kurt and I watched the last season of Better Call Saul and then started on Killing Eve. Season 3 will end soon then we'll have to find another show to start. There is plenty, no doubt, but we have one tv so it has to be teamwork. Entertainment is oh so important these days.
And I have it easy.