Mmmpf.

I awoke this morning to the sound of rain pelting the house.  When I went to lift my head from my pillow...it wouldn't.  Felt as if I had a bowling ball on my neck.  Blech.  It seems my body decided to match the day - foggy head cold = grey and rainy.  It's a day like this where my incessant pep talks turn to the basics - "You can do it!  One foot in front of the other!  Don't stop!  Fergawdsake, DON'T STOP!"  Everything and everyone was moving slowly this morning - even so, I managed to only be a teensy bit late for work - I had picked up some books on cd that came into the library, so it was a veritable breeze on the drive to work.  I came in snuffling and snorting, so everyone is giving me a wide berth.  I might just keep this up for a week...


I had my mother for an overnighter this weekend.  When you live, day-in and day-out, with someone with dementia, it can wear on you.  We try to get her out at least once a month - that goes for our caregiver sister, too.  My youngest sister tries to get up once a month to spell her for a weekend, and I try to come up with something fun and inexpensive we can do together once a month.  It ain't much, but it's something, as they say.


Needless to say, not much got done around the LLF.  I did get most of my laundry done, cleaned bathrooms and finally cleaned the cat room.  Lovey's license was renewed, books on cd were picked up, trash and recycling hauled away, car inspected for the year, paperwork dropped off at my new doctor's office, my once-a-year dry cleaning picked up.  The battle to get Bertie (who is now obsessed with my mother) to eat an egg on his food continues.  He's winning, but he's hungry.  I had taken all three dogs to the vet on Friday afternoon for their Lyme's vaccines and had them weighed.  They are all porkers!  I felt like a bad mother.  So everyone is on a diet - including their bad, fat mother.  We'll see how that goes.  I was all set to eat a nice, healthy salad for dinner last night, when I came home to find that someone (you food goddess you, Melanie) had left a slab of amazing lasagna (with rice pasta) hanging on my front door knob.  Halleluiah!  I'm counting it as healthy because it was a vege lasagna.  So there.


Speaking of diets, very loosely speaking of diets, I've been overwhelmed with eggs - duck and chicken.  After looking around for something that requires more than four eggs - that is NOT a quiche - I found this cake.  I swear I was focused on the eggs and didn't notice the sixteen tablespoons of butter.  Honest.  I also didn't notice her quirky little bit about mixing the ingredients lovingly and gently with your fingers.  Yes.  Me with my weird hand/ingredients claustrophobia.  I did valiantly try it with one hand.  And then squealed in terror all the way to the sink, where I quickly rinsed off the offending egg/butter/flour/sucanant/rum, while hopping from one foot to the next.  The pastry cutter was put to use.  I also discovered that I had no cake pans.  Hmmm.  I jerry-rigged an 8" tart pan with a removable bottom by lining it with parchment paper (after all - 16 tablespoons of butter) and then baked it on a tray, just in case.  The verdict?  It was amazing.  And rich.  Dangerously rich.  I had a small piece to check for quality and a second piece to confirm that it was as delish as the first.  Then the rest of the five pound cake went home with my mother.  Better four people had at it than the one of me.

Duck egg yolks.  Never again.

Buttah!

Not a calorie or ounce of fat
in this baby....not.

Spring better get here on its little cat feet pretty damn quick.  After taking a walk around the property, I figure I have about 24 months of solid work to get thing shipshape.  Right now, the ground is still frozen and there is still quite a bit of snow left over from the last blitz.  In between the snow drifts are paths made of frozen brown dirt with about an inch and a half of boot-sucking mud on the top.  Lovely.  The various little puddles are making the ducks happy, but only the ducks.  As soon as the tops of the rhubarb are clear and I can wrench up the buckets of llama beans from their frozen position in the sheep yard, spring work will commence.