Sunday, August 07, 2005

Sunday, August 7, 2005
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Chiron Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Hot and humid

Walking around to get the paper this morning felt like making my way through broth. Breathing broth is not the best way to start the day.

I may have suffered from Serial Avoidance Syndrome yesterday, but it wasn’t a completely lost day. Lots of maintenance work on 13 Journals; some work on Place and Space; work on the new project; work on a non-fiction proposal; doodling around with ideas for the two poker stories; quarterly newsletter finished and some of it printed and mailed out.

Today I HAVE to work on the serials, and I want to put words on paper for the first poker story, and do some more work on the calendar article. August 15 looms. There will be more Racing Ink later today, with tomorrow’s picks, and I have to write the article for Tuesday’s edition of Femme Fan.

So, the interview ran in The Portland Press Herald and NONE of the various family members up there clipped it out and saved it for me – although I very specifically asked them to do just that, because it wasn’t on the online version and I need it for my file. URGH!!!!

I’ll email my interviewer and ask him which day it was in; maybe I can order a back issue.

My grandmother was delighted yesterday when my mother and I called to have her resolve a dispute. I distinctly remember, when she lived in Foxboro, MA, that she and her next door neighbor shared a vegetable garden way out in the back, over by the cranberry bog, but before you reached the woods. I remember weeding in it and learning how to grow tomatoes and Kentucky Wonder Beans, and trying to keep the critters from burrowing under the fence and eating everything without hurting them. My mother has no recollection of such a garden and thinks it was in my imagination. So, we called my grandmother and . . .there was a garden, and yes, I helped out, although my grandmother thinks I must have been very small.

I’m using bits of the surroundings in the Tracy piece, as well as in another piece. I must have photos of the garden somewhere that I can tack up by my desk.

Ink in My Potting Soil
Yesterday was a planting day, by the lunar calendar. I potted some cuttings that have accumulated over the past month or so, cut back the avocado tree and put it in a spot I think will make it happier, started some marigold seeds, and tossed some melon seeds into water just to see what would happen. Hey, that’s how I got a tangerine plant and a sturdy lemon plant – with seeds from fruit I used. And my avocado – I tossed it into a pot of earth just to see what would happen, and it’s four feet tall.

None of the various herbs and plants I tried to start from seed made it except one little nicotina plant. The rest – the northern exposure just doesn’t give it enough sun. The catamint and the geranium I got in May are doing quite well, though. There’s one window, the one that gets the most sun in the apartment, that looks like a jungle.

Ink in My Kitchen
I got a lovely red snapper a few days ago, had the fishmonger fillet it for me, and cooked it simply with salt, pepper, a dash of hot sauce, and some rosemary. Yummy!

I experimented with smoked herring, but that didn’t go so well.

My pasta sauces from scratch grow by leaps and bounds – not only do they taste better than the prepared sauces, but they take very little time and are healthier.

I’ve been making lots of salads in the hot weather – both to keep cool and because it’s healthy.

I’m collecting recipes for easy bread concoctions. When the weather turns, I’m going to see if I can make most of my own bread. The taste and texture of store bought bread is turning me off – even many of the so-called “artisan” loaves – AND the report that the government allows up to a pound of bugs per person in grain products doesn’t thrill me. I want to CHOOSE how to get my protein, and it’s not by eating bugs.

My other goal this winter is to perfect a good pie crust. I’ve never mastered pie crust, and I want to

It’s nice to contemplate winter baking during summer – and not actually turn on the stove!

I did find beautiful chicken breast yesterday at the store, so I will trawl through my cookbooks and find a new way to prepare them for tonight. I also got some fresh corn at the farmer’s market – first corn of the season! Can’t wait.

Re-reading Sense and Sensibility and enjoying it.

The Thirteen Traveling Journals Project
The Place and Space Journal Project

The Widow’s Chamber
Angel Hunt

Cutthroat Charlotte
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