But, thank goodness, not a grumpy one. The sun is shining and my little seedlings are basking in it. Although I cannot say I am having a great germination rate on the lavender seeds I planted. I am about ready to poke some new ones in the empty peat pellets.
It was good to get a change of scenery this weekend. I found myself hearing and seeing things that sparked my imagination for writing. (Unfortunately not in the novel department) I came home with notes scribbled in my journal that I am now trying to make sense of.
I am glad to be back at my own computer and keyboard though. I have a natural keyboard that I am very fond of and find that I can barely type decently on the regular ones now. While I was trying to type my entry on my parents keyboard this weekend, I saw a little notice that was printed right on the board just above the up and down arrows. It was a little warning telling me that use of this keyboard could cause serious injury. My mom came in and I pointed this out to her, and said I thought it was a little bit ridiculous to have that on a keyboard. But she immediately reminded me of the reason.
"Why you can get Kernal Tarpel syndrome from the keyboard don't you know?"
Okay mom, if you say so.....
We couldn't blame her spoonerism on too many Krispy Kreme donuts, because she really didn't eat any of them. So I am fresh out of excuses for her today.
I have several little things going at the house right now. The washing machine is sloshing, the dishwasher is churning, and a batch of Salt Rising bread sponge is doing whatever Salt Rising bread does, in my oven. I had never heard of the stuff before, until my neighbor D. checked out a book at the library with that recipe in it. Well I had to give it a try. Right now, a third of a cup of cornmeal, a teaspoon of salt and a teaspoon of sugar, along with a cup of boiling milk, have been combined and placed in the warm oven to "ferment". A process that has brought us many a lovely food item throughout history. But just as often has created some kind of slimy foul smelling noxious glop of goo that needs to be disposed of as one would nuclear waste.
I am hoping for the "lovely food item" variety of fermentation today.
Time will tell. History Marches On, right through my kitchen with muddy boots.
I think I need a nap. Hub man was up late last night reading Horatio Hornblower in bed, and I shuffled off to the couch and MADE myself go to sleep. Tonight I plan on getting out my secret sleep weapon.
You heat up a cup of milk, very hot. Then you steep about two teaspoons of anise seed in the milk like you were making tea. Then you add a spoonful of honey and a few drops of vanilla. Drink this in your jammies, because in short order, you are going to be asleep. Have the bed turned down too.
Okay, enough rambling.