Monday, December 20, 2004

Monday, December 20, 2004
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury DIRECT – Yeah!
Sunny, snowy, and VERY cold

Although I didn’t sleep well last night – too much on my mind, this morning’s cold, crisp snowy morning is inspiring.

Back to the serials, and another stack of material arrived from the KIC Print Mag. So I’ll have my hands full. But the serials have to come first.

Actually, first, I’m going to go and dig my mother’s car out. She has a doctor’s appointment this morning, and, at age 80, she shouldn’t have to be digging herself out of a snow bank. In fact, the building should clean the parking lot, considering how much they charge her for parking, but that’s a whole other rant.

I don’t mind – the physical activity will do me good. Then I’ll trudge to the post office for an errand and get the paper on my way back, and hope that all these loose threads of thought that have floating around for the last few days will weave themselves into something not only coherent, but interesting.

Michelle (Celtic Dreamer) has an idea for the recipe project: “Ink in My Kitchen”. I kind of like it, and will use it as a working title! Thank you!!! Everything I’d considered: “The Heritage Recipe Project”, “Legacy of the Foremothers”, etc. is a bit too ponderous. Those women were pretty extraordinary – one was a single mother in the 1840’s – with good senses of humour, and I want to honor that.

Oh, and I’m not being gender exclusive by using recipes from my female ancestors – I haven’t come up with any written by the men. If I do, they were most certainly included.

I know, when my great-grandparents ran a small hotel, that was famous throughout the region for the quality of my great-grandmother’s baking, that my great-grandfather spent a good deal of time hauling water from the well in yoked buckets – so I think my great-grandmother took care of all the cooking!

My best friend The Snow Shovel and I have a date.

Hey, that would be a great name for a pub -- The Bent Snow Shovel. Isn't there some sort of pub with "shovel" in its name in Edinburgh, as one comes up the street from the station towards Old Town? I can't remember the name of the street, but when you leave the train station, you turn left, cross over another street (past the Tattoo offices). There's a street that goes uphill, slightly to the left, kind of bendy, and there's a pub on the left hand side with low tables and good food. Can't remember the name, but know that we've eaten there several times.



At 10:48 AM, Blogger Colin said...

The Malt Shovel on Cockburn Street! ;-)

At 11:12 AM, Blogger Diana said...

Kudos and an apology:

I am really liking your blog. I'm so glad you came out of the woodwork via BE and left your comment on mine. It's a pleasure to find such a sincere and thoughtful site.

As for the apology, I referred to you in a blog entry (where I mentioned the goals worksheet you emailed me) as a "he." Maybe you're used to that, with the name Devon, but I'm so embarrassed! I'll go correct that first thing.


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