ZZ Top played the Assembly Hall last night. Could have knocked me over with a feather. I had no idea they were coming. And despite the fact that I’d seen all sorts of Boneyard posts and ads I was surprised to find it was this weekend. Used to be I knew what was going on in town whether I went to things or not. I’ve always been a bit of an info collector by nature. I’m like my mother who would send me clippings from the Chicago Tribune on things she thought I would like. Hey, she’s the one that told me about BR-549 when they first started. I mean, my Mom was good.
I’ve kind of edged into a different period, I guess. My life is much more internal now. Of late, work, Carle Hospital or one of the clinics are the only places that I go to. Sometimes when I go to the doctor I hear my Mom talking through me. She’d get real talkative (which she wasn’t particularly by nature) and chat away to everybody. I used to think it was because she didn’t get out and about much. Well. Bingo.
I know in some ways I could get out and about more with a wheelchair but man, I’m just not ready for that. I guess I stay in touch with the world here. Eh, I don’t know. I guess that’s just to say that comments and messages are much appreciated.
Life is complicated and confusing BUT it’s been a good year for daffodils. So, there’s that.
Ernie felt good enough to make biscuits today! They got left in a tad too long but I kinda like when they get a bit crispy. And Stig came by from England to help him so that was a nice treat.
My beloved hellebores.
We’ve been ordering via Instacart of late. Sometimes I’m just not careful enough of what I order. The package of jasmine rice turned out to be for the microwave and was barely two portions. Oh well. My fault. Otherwise it was pretty great. In fact we might be talking leftovers for dinner. It’s pretty much red cooked pork with vegetables. Nice.
Fat Annie’s seems to be no more. Made me think of my parents’ cats, Annie and Fat Abbie as she became known much to my mother’s consternation.
Sack, doing what she does best, curling up on a lap.
Onward.
Love,
Cynthia
I almost prefer connecting with people online and I tell myself because I love the written word. Or maybe it's the dopamine hits. The daffodils have been fantastic this season. 💗
ZZ Top was here? I used to be the same way, knowing what's going on out there, but something changed in my head when it began to be necessary to download an app to make reservations, order food, get coupons, etc. I began to no longer care about whatever "they" are selling, no matter how much The Algorithm tries to force me to look at the "Most Popular" or "Trending".