Lovelihood

The Lunch Bear and I shared was less a transcendant culinary experience than a purging of items from our freezer. Udon noodles and gyoza and pork buns, on the surface of things, might seem close enough in continental heritage to pass for cohesion. And then I added the blueberries. Say what you will about our haphazard meal. Bear and I were fighting each other over each element of it.

I've started what I'm sure will be the years long project of digitizing all my recipes which had previously been accessed on index cards and magazines and books and sheets printed out and annotations to scrawls on the backs of envelopes. Will I miss the wine and marination stains? Of course. Will it be nice to condense the original texts into one cloud-accessing device? Absolutely.

LED tealights in a watering can on our front porch, where they were tossed after retreival from the trio of pumpkins that were put out with the compost.

Voted. Then sent The Mr. out for something sweet.

We have two, yes two, unassembled cardstock pinhole camera kits. I know this because, while tidying up the office a bit, I made a small pile of all the unassembled kits at my disposal, and there they were. Two unassembled pinhole camera kits.

Pencils composed from recycled newspaper bits make for very intersting shavings, indeed.

By the time Halloween rolled around, that pumpkin on the back porch, the one the squirrels had been having their way with, had gotten so gross as to be too gross for Halloween. And now we're counting down the days til trash day when we can put this halfway composted grossness out with the rest of the yard compostables.