… in Dogpatch, USA, where typical folks do typical things in a typical way.” — from Lil’ Abner, the musical, or an approximation thereof … West Monona (Iowa) high school, freshman year (’75).
Actually, I’m not in Dogpatch, and it’s anything but a typical day. Oh yeah, sure, some things were typical. I make a batch of kombucha every ten days or so (actually, today was the eighth day since the last batch, but I went ahead and did it because I had the time) and it turned out quite well. I also make my own granola (rolled (gluten free) oats, avocado oil, honey, sorghum molasses, and water, and then whatever nuts and seeds we have in the pantry (pecans, walnuts, pumpkin seeds, chia seeds, almonds, cashews, etc., and it goes through several rounds of “bake and stir.”
I’m slow at doing this stuff. I started around 10am and, with things in the middle like my grandsons stopping by (well, their mom drove them here) for lunch and playing with them a bit (they love the game Marbleworks (making / connecting tubes for marbles to flow downward and round and round, and jumping and spinning down a vortex and stuff like that)).
But I tary.
Oh, while I was cooking, eating, and playing, I managed to play (on stereo — CD) Beethoven’s Ninth and a compilation of Dave Brubeck jazz tunes. Brubeck is great, Beethoven is greater. I played Led Zeppelin (IV) this morning while I was waiting for the medicine vials for my clinical trial to show up. I had the volume up because Michelle was out on a walk with a neighbor, but the volume wasn’t TOO up because I had to be able to hear the door bell when the delivery guy came with the meds.
I’m tired but chatty this afternoon. Call right now and I’ll talk your ear off.
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