Having a little rest this afternoon – this guy lands on my tiny window ledge and raises holy hell…
So far so good today. I have been sort of in denial about living in an old folks asylum. I stayed in my room or went down the stairs directly outdoors. Where there were birds and flowers to amuse me.
Early morning I walked to the Columbia Pike Farmers Market. At this time of year, it is more like the Bakers and Apple Orchard Market. I got a big fat scone and a plump brioche roll. So, I felt like I had to walk back home too. No bus for me. That got my 5 miles in for the day.
AND – and this is a biggie – I TURNED ON THE STOVE. I cooked lunch.
I saw an elderly man at the grocery. He wanted to know where to find maraschino cherries. In 1953, I think. I don’t even know if maraschino cherries are still sold in grocery stores. What exactly is a maraschino cherry, I wondered. Well, Since 1940, “maraschino cherries” have been defined as “cherries which have been dyed red, impregnated with sugar, and packed in a sugar syrup flavored with oil of bitter almonds or a similar flavor.” But, in early days – they were apparently preserved in a wicked strong liquor. That would be before Prohibition.
Well, it is 6PM, maybe I can finish off February 2016’s image processing. I plan on nuking something for dinner up here in the Old Bat Cave. Continuing denial for the rest of the day.