Hooray for floors. As I speak two men in karate headbands are installing floors in my living room and I couldn't be happier.
This week has hallmarked two new skills that I am trying to pick up. One is soughdough bread making and I have a frothy tangy smelling bit of dough that has sat on my counter for a week. I have fed the little guy daily and I made my first doughdough loaf this morning. My previous efforts in this vein were about a year ago and the resulting bricks were chucked off of my back porch into the woods. They probably remain their uneaten and hardened into some kind of bread rocks that the squirrels play on.
But today's first attempt was actually edible and I ate it with my cafe late this morning. (by the way I got this very tre chic white cafe set at the thrift store (2 dollars!!!) that I have been using in the morning for breakfast. One thing I love about sourdough bread is it rises overnight and so you can have fresh warm bread with your breakfast. Now don't delude yourself into thinking that I am some sort of master breadbaker as one of my two loaves was cheerfully chucked into the woods this morning to join his brethren from the previous year. The other loaf however was somewhat lighter and had a nice chewy crust. Still . . . I have a long way to go.
The other skill I am trying to pick up is hardly worth mentioning since I am picking it up so late in life I will no doubt be popular with nobody but my children before they reach the age of reason. But I have mastered three chords on the guitar and am attempting to learn to play it without sounding like a trasho faker.
oop gotta go. Ben needs the computer. I'll finish this later. . . .