Random Notes from A Scattered Mind

Man, I am scattered this week. However I still have Lucinda’s Room, Dirty Angels, and other songs running through my head constantly so the Aaron Lee Tasjan glow continues to hang on. Go see Aaron Lee Tasjan whenever you can, please. And buy the merch, people, buy the merch.

On top of being scattered I am sick. I even missed my CSA day yesterday! I think my body knew that the house concert is over and I have vacation coming up next week and thought, “well, HELL, this is a good time to make her sick.” Oh, body. Must you?

Morning glory season makes me so happy. Still hoping that my Heavenly Blues show their faces eventually.

I wish I could sleep like Olney does.

Our first BLT of tomato season! A little late but amazing just the same.

I must admit to having a soft spot for people that bring me flowers. Thanks, Melissa.

We figured that Esther and Eggy would want to see Owen so we let them sit on the mantel for the night. The next day, as ALT’s tour manager, Mark (who was absolutely lovely) was loading up their stuff, Ernie went to take a picture of them. Mark gave us a puzzled look and I said, “Don’t ask, just don’t ask. Sometimes as you get older you get a little weirder.” He smiled, shrugged, and carried on. Esther and Eggy were proud of Owen and smitten with Aaron Lee.

Sack and her beloved brown blanket.

Seared salmon with smoked paprika, tomatoes and salad greens from Sola Gratia and a bit of the last of the sweet corn. Perfect dinner. Thank you, Ernie.

And last but oh so certainly not least. The sweet peas. Fortunately, we made it out to dinner before I got sick. The Blackwelder Voelkl Rasmus clan now needs a table for TEN! God, I love each and every one of them.

Owen, Trinity, Grace, Sophie, Tal, and Leo

Ok, I’m off to attempt to eat some scrambled eggs. 🤞

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia

What’s going through my head right now.

P.S. The eggs went down ok. There’s something about scrambled eggs and toast that makes me feel like a little kid. Thanks, Eggmaster Ernie. ❤️