Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Monday, November 18, 2024

See the Light

More lovely light.


I've been struggling with the realization of what happened two weeks ago and what it will mean. Seeing this beautiful light filtering into a room lifts my spirits. I'm deeply, seriously trying to live the moment. It is so not me, but it must be my approach if I am to stay mentally and emotionally stable. Well, that may be a stretch for me.

So, keeping my weekly routine of Monday laundry, two loads washed, two more to go. Mark is on his second day of manure spreading, he has until perhaps 3:00 before we get rain. Tomorrow he will get the windows in the barn as we are going to go to normal November temperatures. The beasties would complain. I got the glass kitchen doors and the kitchen window washed yesterday. Suddenly it is brighter in there.

That's all the news for now. Another coffee and another load of laundry up next.

Sunday, November 17, 2024

Life on the Farm



If there had been a rainbow yesterday I would likely be writing this from Oz. Can we say WINDY? It still ended up being a really busy day for Mark and a somewhat busy day for me. We had seven hay racks in the former indoor arena needing unloading. The hay guy and some of his family came to unload, so Mark was busy with that all afternoon. For those who don't know, a hay rack holds around 130 square bales. Next Bob will bring the round bales to get the beasties through their winter days outside. Bob has supplied my hay since about 2000. His daughter used to work here and travelled with me to horse shows. She was a lot of fun, that one was. She now has her own training business on her parents property.

I busied myself in the morning making potato soup. It's bland in color but not in taste. Some creme fraiche gives it zing. We probably have two more meals left.

I set to braising beef in white wine, onion, garlic in the afternoon. It became a stroganoff knock-off. I sauteed mushrooms to add into Mark's plate. I cannot stand mushrooms! Other than this, I did do some weather stripping, which rounded off my day. Then I finished a book.


Today is now Mark's manure day. Are you getting a picture of what life on a horse farm is like? 

Happy Sunday. 

 

Saturday, November 16, 2024

I Saw the Light

I looked into the living room this morning and saw this light.

I wanted to use my Canon but the last time I did it wasn't turned off. So iphone it is. 

I have no actual plans for the day, which means I may accomplish something. I have weather stripping for the kitchen doors I should do while it's still warm enough. Mark was going to spread manure, you really needed to know this, I'm sure. It's too windy so that's not on the agenda today.

I wasn't planning to post today as I have nothing, but I saw that light, which did not come across as it really looked, and could not help myself. May you all have a good Saturday.

Friday, November 15, 2024

Friday

Someone is peeking.
This is what $55 looks like from my online Thrive Market order. I think this is about what normal now looks like, cost wise. I needed to add to the order for free shipping, so why not chocolate bars? Why, yes, thank you. I haven't used canned pumpkin in I don't know how long. My normal is to roast pumpkin for pie, but I didn't get one and it won't matter. Boud talked about dried cranberries and how she likes to use them. I saw these and bought them. I have shredded zucchini in the freezer, maybe zucchini bread with cranberries?


I did follow through on the bread front. I made two ciabatta loaves..


and four French loaves.

I had a productive baking day. We had the last of the ragu for dinner, it was three meals worth. I do like that. Reheat a repeat. We shall see what fascinating things I get up to today. Cat claws need clipping.....

 

Thursday, November 14, 2024


I do believe the stress of the past several days caught up to me. I slept until 8:45 this morning. This is unusual, but I think I needed it. It's overcast outside, which helped me sleep longer than normal.

I didn't have any oomph yesterday, surely for the same reason. I pulled out my 1976 version of Better Homes and Gardens cookbook to make baking powder biscuits. I have several different recipes collected over the years but this is an old standby.


I use butter instead of shortening and a little more milk, otherwise I don't change it. Baking powder biscuits are basic. I like ciabatta rolls for sandwiches, I didn't have any, so I made biscuits. Quick, easy, done.


Years ago I was watching a TV cook, one who made easier, less fuss French food. Perhaps I should say, cuisine, as it's French. I will always remember something she said in a particular episode: the French consider bacon a vegetable. That was all the justification I needed for my love of bacon.

I'm still not up to par, mentally or emotionally, which is keeping me off the step ladder. I don't want to over-stimulate myself with joy in cleaning the chandelier. I think I'll make some bread, at least one loaf of ciabatta for the Thanksgiving dressing. Mark quizzed me yesterday on the supplies I have on hand for "his" day. Mark was born November 26 and has always considered, at least since I have known him, Thanksgiving to be his. I may make an actual apple pie instead of a galette. Maybe.


No matter what, never let the cat out of the bag. Just a reminder.


 

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Slow and Steady

It's a crisp, sunny morning in my part of Minnesota. A balmy 31 F, we are about ten degrees above normal. It's been a mild November so far. Other than some puttering around, I have nothing planned for the day. Tomorrow I have chandelier duty scheduled. Mark has plans outside today and I think it's a good idea to have him in the house in case I've fallen and I can't get up.

Mark is the cat man. This photo is Gatto.


This fine fellow is Tabby, aka, Crabby Tabby.


Since it's become colder Tabs is spending more time inside. Blackie McCool is an almost full time house cat during the winter, Tabby not as much. Gatto likes to annoy Tabs. He leaves McCool alone.


Comfort


Comfort food is once again on the menu. I made a beef ragu for dinner. There's enough for two more meals, happy days! Pappardelle is under all that slow simmered goodness.

I suppose I should start my day. Who am I kidding?





Monday, November 11, 2024

Monday

Frieda appreciates the changing of the season. She loves, loves this particular throw, it is sort of her color. Maybe that's why. She also likes the large ottoman, where she is able to do all sort of contortions with minimal risk of tipping off. It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that this bold little stray, who knocked on my door one November dusk, is five. Time doesn't fly. It soars.


I roasted a game hen for dinner, a one pan meal. Right up my alley. I'm planning to make a ragu today. It is the braising season and I do love comfort food. Don't we all. I am having trouble remembering Thanksgiving is right around the corner. Since I don't have company on holidays anymore it's sort of lost the glow. Mark's favorite is Thanksgiving, which is why I still do the whole routine, only much smaller. I do miss my father sitting back in the chair, hands on his stomach, saying "you outdid yourself". Things do change, children grow up, marry, have lives of their own. Matthew works at a boutique hotel, whatever that means, Monday - Friday, meaning he works on Thanksgiving. 


The mess of all three ferns got cleared away, the window sills were lemon oiled and the French door windows washed. I did a terrible job on the outside of the doors. Can we say, streaked! 



As it is Monday, the laundry equipment is humming. My one ingrained routine. If it's Monday, it's laundry. My eye is still on that chandelier. Stay tuned.
 

Sunday, November 10, 2024

I Gave My Word

 As a person of my word, I am following through. I give you...

Cat


Food


The General Mondanity of My Life



I washed the French windows yesterday on the inside. I had done the outside the day before. Today I do the French doors. I don't mind doing all those rectangles, for some reason. I also brushed the dead leaves out of the three Boston ferns that spend the winter inside. If this is putting you to sleep, scroll upward and notice the cat is sticking her tongue out at me. About sums it up.

Saturday, November 9, 2024


He hits it out of the park. Now, I'll go back to cats and food.

Thursday, November 7, 2024

The Day After the Day After

Frieda and I mirrored one another the day after.


Dazed disbelief to......


 Collapse 

Today we carry on. What else can we do? I found a Stephen King book through Libby I thought I hadn't read but as I go through it I realize I had. I remember certain parts of the book as I come to them but I don't remember what is coming next. So it's like I haven't read it before. Stephen King felt appropriate.

I plan to occupy myself with keeping up with cat hair and dust. This also feels appropriate. A problem that just keeps turning up.