I could beat you soundly around the brain cells with what all happened during the holiday season of Plan Bs - yes, some things never change - but, instead, I will give you a pictorial account in little bursts.
Wednesday - 2 degrees above 0. Worked until 3:30, as the Nobs let us leave 'early'. Then...
|GF Pumpkin pie, made with Marianne's|
|Irish Oatmeal Cake with |
|Italian Ricotta Pie in an apple|
slice 'crust' with rum-soaked raisins
I didn't starve. My dad was having a very bad day, so it was pretty much lacking in festivity.
Friday - 19 degrees all day. House cleaning and a futile drive a half-hour up to the vet to pick up Binkie's* sedative for his nail trimming/allergy shot Saturday morning. I arrived to find they were closed - a little detail that was not shared with me when I called the day before Thanksgiving. I was not pleased.
Saturday - RAIN. Back up to the vet at 9A with an unmedicated pup to find that, because of the aforementioned holiday, their supplies didn't arrive and there were no meds for his allergy shot. But they would do his nails for free. I then spoke to them (probably through gritted teeth) that they had more than enough time to call me and give me the option of a free nail trimming OR waiting for the inevitable reschedule (during my work week). Served them right that he ripped through his muzzle.
|With his naked mouse ears and his warm,|
stylish sweater from his cousin, Mandy.
Sunday - WTH? Made GF Applesauce Spice cake for the barn group. It drizzled and rained all day. The world must be grinding to a halt. What is with this weather? I cleaned the house, more or less, but just didn't have the oomph to get much done. I did unload my crate of organic apples from Marianne, which didn't freeze in my car, thank goddess, and spent an inordinate amount of time knitting and letting the end-to-end episodes of Miss Marple wrap my aching brain in pink wooliness. Bless her heart. I could kiss the feet of Agatha Christie.
|Still with the clay spray, but very delicious!|
There is applesauce in my near future.
|Boy Kitten on the left and Gracie on the right.|
*Peanut Butter/Butter Pat/Pat seems to respond better (as in actually comes when I call him) to Binkie. Go figure.