And Chef-son just finished his third ice art competition in Alaska (courtesy of Ice Alaska)...
|The Age of the Mechanical Musher|
Recognize the snow machines (Alaskan for snowmobile)?
Now, my photos:
Yes, while all that exciting stuff is going on, Brutus and I are here alone, plodding on.
Late evenings he sits on my lap while I watch a show or two and knit. I just finished those leg warmers (that's what they ended up) for the dancing granddaughter. Notice the remote close by to fast forward through commercials. What you can't see is the tissue box, an almost constant companion this week. No, it wasn't self-pity or loneliness, but a horrible cold.
Brutus, my textbook and Book Buddy on my lap. Yes, the course goes on. Glad for the flexibility of so much time alone to pace myself on slower sick days. Still very grateful for all I'm learning and the shape it is taking.
The other living things in the house that need to be watered regularly.
I, on the other hand, need to be watered AND fed. That is harder to do when I'm alone, but I try and make it look appealing too for my dining pleasure. Here I have leftover macaroni and cheese, tomato, avocado, and radish greens from the hanging garden. It was delightful, however, the reason for harvesting the radish greens was because it became apparent there would never be radishes. We are still experimenting with this innovative garden concept. Any experts out there?
Yet another meal, interesting vegetarian tacos. So, what do you eat when you are alone?