And the countdown to the end of the Alejandra's menu is continuing. Steak con Camarones or Camarones a la Mexicana, the one described as having a chef's special sauce? Best sauce ever!
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Day 920
The quilt-making machine called Deb is continuing.
And the countdown to the end of the Alejandra's menu is continuing. Steak con Camarones or Camarones a la Mexicana, the one described as having a chef's special sauce? Best sauce ever!
And the countdown to the end of the Alejandra's menu is continuing. Steak con Camarones or Camarones a la Mexicana, the one described as having a chef's special sauce? Best sauce ever!
Friday, September 6, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Day 918
Good thing for phones with Internet access. The power has been out for a long stretch tonight (from the big storm that passed through, I imagine) and I have no computer and no wireless. But thank you phone (and rain) for giving me this picture to share. Taken with the phone, blog posted with the phone. Technology CAN be used for a good purpose.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Day 917
What do you think I kept repeating today?
I can do this...I can do this...I can do this... OR
I can't do this...I can't do this...I can't do this...
Both answers are correct. It changed throughout the day, even changed within a few seconds of each other depending on the task at hand. The task at hand being walking, that is. I'm about to give up and just make the scooter a 24/7 way of life. But I haven't given up yet. Hence today's pictures.
Just roses from the garden. Because of you, Linda, I am appreciating the beauty in my backyard.
I can do this...I can do this...I can do this... OR
I can't do this...I can't do this...I can't do this...
Both answers are correct. It changed throughout the day, even changed within a few seconds of each other depending on the task at hand. The task at hand being walking, that is. I'm about to give up and just make the scooter a 24/7 way of life. But I haven't given up yet. Hence today's pictures.
Just roses from the garden. Because of you, Linda, I am appreciating the beauty in my backyard.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Day 916
It's hard to get out of bed.
It's hard to get dressed.
It's next to impossible to get shoes on.
Walking is a chore. Breathing is a chore. Moving is a chore.
Thinking is muddled.
The knee is shot. The lungs are shot. The whole body is shot.
I'm tired of dragging myself around, pulling myself through the day. Despite the numerous times I rubbed the tattoo, you can live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... you can live deep and suck out all the marrow of life and the repetition - sometimes aloud of I choose joy today...I choose joy today. it didn't change things. So what's left? Put a smile on my face and be ever-so-thankful for those around me. Thankful for my boss who is so understanding (I know you're reading this). And thankful for daughter and future son-in-law for the work they did in our gardens today.
They turned this:
It's hard to get dressed.
It's next to impossible to get shoes on.
Walking is a chore. Breathing is a chore. Moving is a chore.
Thinking is muddled.
The knee is shot. The lungs are shot. The whole body is shot.
I'm tired of dragging myself around, pulling myself through the day. Despite the numerous times I rubbed the tattoo, you can live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... you can live deep and suck out all the marrow of life and the repetition - sometimes aloud of I choose joy today...I choose joy today. it didn't change things. So what's left? Put a smile on my face and be ever-so-thankful for those around me. Thankful for my boss who is so understanding (I know you're reading this). And thankful for daughter and future son-in-law for the work they did in our gardens today.
They turned this:
And this:
into this:
And this:
into this:
Thank heaven for little girls and for the guys who want to marry them!
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