curried blueberry sausages

I just made myself some curried blueberry sausages with baby bellas, brocoli and linguini.  I cooked the lingini right in with the rest of it in a little apple juice.  It came out GREAT!!!

Confesssions (and now for the bad news) :-(

I wasn't feeling well, and I'd had no breakfast because I'd forgotten to take my pill, and then(after some serious sorting), I'd gotten involved in packing that box (my one accomplishment of the day so far) and then in trying to find a few things to top it off, and then taking the silly picture, all happy because at last, I'd accomplished something with that heap of junk, and then finally, I made myself some oatmeal and sat down to eat.  That's when I made my first mistake.  I opened the book I'd started yesterday at Burdick Dodge, the book I bought to read while waiting for the work to be done on my car.  I'd read some more of it last night before bed.  The Memory Keeper's Daughter, by Kim Edwards.   Well, I couldn't put the book down once I picked it up.  I got sucked in and I sat there and read it all the rest of the way through.  This would be OK if I were on vacation or on retreat, but I'm not.  I'm trying to work seriously and diligently with the house.  So, now I feel bad, and guilty and upset with myself.  The book was excellent.  I cried so much my eyes hurt.  But I am still in my pajamas at 5:30 PM and accomplished nothing of any kind.  I apologize to everyone.  I'm going to try not to pick up any books until I get moved.  I have no will power about setting them down again if they're good.  If I need to read, I will read a magazine or I will write instead.  AK!

I want to say again, as I already said once, my favorite thing about this book is the way Kim Edwards, like Amy Tan in Saving Fish from Drowning, humanizes every character.  While we my not agree with the choices people make, we understand why they made them.  We ache with the pain of it all, of the hurt that comes from those choices, but we understand.  I have to recommend this book to people who love these books, books on relationships, families, choices.

My own failings are a lot less understandable.

good news and bad news

Which do you want first, the good news or the bad news? The first part of the bad news is that my fibromyalgia is unusually bad today, and I don't know why. My knees in particular are so bad that I literally can't walk more than few steps, can't bend. Maybe the hemp bread I've been eating from the freezer since I was out of other bread. If not that, I don't know what.

I continued working where I left off yesterday, on the pile of stuff I hauled off the shelves at the end of the hall upstairs. Of the books, I kept only a quarter. I packed them in a box with some photos I'd found and some floppies and a nightgown. It was my first box of the day and I was happy and silly and took this picture just for fun.

I didn't know what I would do next. 

come and gone

Another step in the long process of passing the torch of the house:  the appraiser was just here and viewed the inside and took notes and viewed the outside and took notes and pictures .  Now he says he has to go home and do some research.  He said he expected the appraisal to be at the bank by Thursday probably.  He did ask some questions, how long have we owned the house, and what kind of solar system did it have.  He seemed nice and was interested in the environment.  I did not offer any information except what he specifically asked.

You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out, (Foot Foto Friday)

It's Friday again, and it's family reunion day, and it's a conference in the parking lot after dinner at Bangkok. Other feet Friday pix at jo(e), Lake Loop, and no polar coordinates.