Not even five things

[rthstewart]

So, to begin, I'd like to share the King Arthur Flour Banana Bread generator, where you can adjust the fats, flours, sugars, fiber and add ins. I thought it was pretty darn cool. I made my usual loaf of quick orange bread last night, which was fine, but in my eagerness to watch the Timeless finale live (OMG RUFUS and Indiana Wyatt Jones and Lucy Laura Croft WHUT?) I managed to omit the baking powder, resulting in lovely tasting brick of lemon poppyseed quick bread.

I fetched the spawn from college over the weekend and got all Mom when ordering his friends about in their own packing and moving out. I got positively twitchy watching one of them incorrectly pack up his minivan. And, I assume this is like all college students, where you send them out with stuff that they promptly forget they had and so they keep buying it. Spawn did say that the isopropyl alcohol I sent with him came in handy when his roommate got drunk (a frequent occurrence) and decided, with his Lacrosse teammates) to give himself a body piercing.

VERY SAD ABOUT THE EXPANSE BEING CANCELLED. GAWD I HOPE IT FINDS A HOME.  And

We went to Mother's Day events at the local Franciscan Monastery for a garden party. This is from the monastery when we took the dogs for the blessing of the animals.  My spousal unit was working to become a lay Franciscsan about 10 years ago (hence why I had so much stuff around the house about Duns Scotus, etc.)  Franciscans are very chatty and they all headed straight for the wine.  We were supposed to wait for the blessing of the food but since all the monks (or brothers?) were loading up their plates at the buffet and going for refills, we didn't wait.    Retired DC Cardinal Ted McCarrick was there and had, no lie, a GIANT stein of beer.  (He's 88).  The beer was amber and frothy and looked very good.  It was hilarious.  I might still be Catholic if he was still Cardinal.




And yeah, I know, it's a day that sucks for lots of people.  I did enjoy going to the grocery store and experienced the full spectrum of the day -- married Indian celebrating the day with his wife, single mom battling cancer, deli clerk missing her own mother who died 3 years ago, and others who don't give a damn, for whom I said simply, I hope everyone is kind to you today. 


And I thought I'd managed to fix the Borked images on Food for Thought but nope, so gotta go back and figure that out.  Ugh.  this used to be so easy with Photobucket.  I really can't figure out the new DW picture loading.  It's terrible and though I've never been good with html I didn't think I was that bad.  It shouldn't be that hard to embed pictures, right?  How are you doing it so easily and seamlessly.  generalleia  I'm looking at you.

I have a whole 800 words in the next chapter of the Star Husband.  Woot.  GO PATHETIC ME -- Peter, Mary, Lucy, and Asim are on their way to Joggins to visit Rita and Lucy is in a tailspin with a bad case of the depression bears.  

“It’s never just a train ride!” Mary uttered the pronouncement with profound, and ominously prophetic, satisfaction.

Peter hefted Mary’s case next to his own on the overhead rack and then stumbled into the seat across from her just as the train lurched forward.  “Only my trust that Asim’s encyclopedic knowledge of railway timetables extends even to Nova Scotia lines and your impatience to get to Joggins assures me that you’ve not somehow bribed the engineer to take us to the Northwest Territories.”

“I’d never find fossils in the permafrost, Peter.”

Peter stretched his legs out and propped his boots up on the edge of her seat.  Mary did the same on his seat, hauled their pack into her lap and began rooting through it. 

“Don’t you want to save those rations if we do end up diverted to Labrador?”