The chicken breast (see previous post) is quite tasty.
Not feeling inventive, this morning, I believe that I will have cold chicken for breakfast.
Out of the oven: Baked Chicken Breasts
breakfast
Happy Domesticity
Enjoyed cooking, this morning, and then taking a nap with the Scampers.
Snack Time
Leftovers for Breakfast
Omelet-Waffle Sandwich
This photo, however, was taken a couple of nights ago, when the Scampers fell asleep next to Al. That brown board to the right is the edge of his computer lapdesk.
Still low key around here, adjusting to my parents’ deaths and the activity and people exposure involved with funerals and two “meetings of the clan” within such a short period of time. Avoiding activity in general except as amusement. I’ve started doing some exercising again, and I haven’t quite gotten back on my diet, but it’s pulling together. I’ll know that’s working when I actually start writing down the foods with their calorie and carbohydrate counts.
In the meanwhile I am continuing to think about what I want to do with the resurrection of two of my discontinued domains. I had thought to construct a writing/photo collection to complement the blogs where I put up anything and everything. I’m still too much in slow motion to make that practical. It will go faster when I dig out my old website backups and use some of the pages as templates.
Morning…cranberry juice, leftover chicken
I have not wanted to get out of bed, this morning. Now that I’ve had breakfast (reheated rotisserie chicken breast, potato salad and cranberry juice) and fed/outed The Scampers, I’m ready for another nap. The only thing on today’s agenda is haircut and visit to the grocery for more milk.
Discussing their first visit to the groomers
The rain is past, and the sun is shining. Beautiful day!
Thursday’s Breakfast
A light breakfast. Al is still coughing in spite of the cough medicine. Fed him melon slices, this morning. I was awake from 2:00 until 4:00, and again at 6:30. Naps ‘r’ us.
The temperature at noon is 38°F with wind gusts in the +30 mph range. Hoping for no rain, this week, with forecasts in the 30s and 40s for daytime highs. Going to lose a lot of the snow before spring arrives. May sit in the gazebo for a while, this week.
Monday Morning, Late Breakfast
I had some allergy problems in addition to last night’s stormy, windy weather, and so I did not get to sleep until close to morning. Al started out for his volunteer shift, so I took a nap then, and had time to take some care with my late breakfast. 
Organic squash soup was in the cupboard. To that I added half of a hardboiled egg and several pinches of curry powder. As a side, the rest of the egg, which I shared with Samantha, two melon slices, and seven raw, unsalted almonds. The bananas are there because they didn’t get put away, last night. I brewed oolong tea, this morning.
Finally, our storm
The snow arrived at last, after the winds started to die down. I am not sure why, but I did not fall sleep, last night, until after five o’clock. I sent four aspirin after the warm milk. The winds beat the cables and ropes against the antenna tower. Surprisingly loud. The bad weather will, theoretically, cease at Noon.
Cottage cheese and melon slices, I think, with half a cup of squash soup to start.
Best wishes for your day!
Friday’s Breakfast | No Plate for Sam
Today’s breakfast held a nice bit of variety. Samantha and I woke up at 6:30, this morning, but didn’t get out of bed until closer to 7:30. Samantha, Flea and I went outside, where there were no crows to be seen. Great sadness!
I fixed scrambled eggs, again, but reheated yesterday’s spinach in the frying pan, once the butter had melted. I let them cook while I whisked two eggs, opened a tin of kippered fish, and heated a cup of roasted red pepper and tomato soup. As the temperature outside drops (and we’re not yet inclined to turn on the furnace until the inside temperature gets closer to 62 °F – I have several nice shawls and pachmina wraps), a cup of squash or tomato soup makes a nice alternative to cold juice. The soup also does a nice job of warming me from the inside out that is different from tea or coffee, first thing in the morning.
Samantha did not get her own plate. Great, great sadness!
Breakfast, Thursday
I’m concentrating, these days, on variety in meals that can be prepared in under half an hour. This morning I made scrambled eggs. I whisked the eggs and half-and-half and fried it in 1 pat of butter, . On the electric range, I set the heat level to low medium (4.5). No herbs, spices or salt added. I microwaved the potato in a microwave baked potato bag. The spinach is frozen store brand, also microwaved. I was able to do all the microwaving during the frequent scrambling and turning of the eggs.
What I would have added, but didn’t have available: grated extra sharp cheddar cheese, chives, chopped bunch onion greens, lemon for the spinach. What I didn’t use because I don’t usually: butter or seasoning on the potato.
Tuesday, Early
Samantha and I awoke quite early, this morning, and managed to wake Al, also. But he went back to sleep, again. The sun was out and the sky was mostly clear of clouds when we first went out, but the forecast calls for cool, rainy weather for this afternoon. The birds were still singing their early morning calls, making jokes, and chasing one another through the sky above our house, playing at aerial battles like fighter planes. A lot of avian laughter ensued, carrying over the sounds of leaves rustling in the breezes.
Last night seemed quite disjointed as I continued to do computer backups and sorted photo files and directories. I am almost certain that I have deleted some files I should not have, but I expect that those photos probably are on some other disk or computer. I still feel a bit disoriented.
I put on coffee and brought a cup to Al when he woke up, but I have not poured any for myself, yet. I still feel full from breakfast, which was very good: canned tamales, heated in a microwaveable dish with grated mozzarella cheese and heated and cold tomato slices, and a cup of vegetable juice.
The Fargo Community Police Picnic has been canceled due to the impending bad weather this afternoon and evening, and so our ham radio club meeting will be held at the usual meeting space. I hope it is rescheduled…but I think we have rainy days scheduled for most of the rest of the month. I like the bloodhound with Search and Rescue.
Monday, Monday
I had set my alarm clock for 8:30 a.m., just to make sure that Al had gotten up on time. His volunteer morning at the pistol range, and there also is some sort of “Volunteer Appreciation” drop-in later in the day. I had planned to take a nap, but he has just now walked in the door.
For breakfast, I enjoyed a cup of cottage cheese (the last in the refrigerator) and a glass of orange juice. Al forgot to eat more than his first serving out of his potato salad carton, so we’ve split what was left and called it lunch. After breakfast I made a nice, large mug of cold Toddy coffee, which I’ve sipped for maybe four hours: 1 part of homemade coffee concentrate, 1 part half-and-half, and 2 parts whole milk.
After breakfast, Sam and I ventured outdoors. (Sam left Flea inside to take a nap. I still haven’t swapped the current, very muddy Flea for the clean one at the top of the cleaning closet. Maybe after the next set of rains, which I believe ends—just looked that up—next weekend!)
Dew rested heavy on the blue Wild Flax flowers, this morning. What weren’t on those flowers, however (see photo below), were honey bees. The stems are slight and the petals delicate. Not up to the honey bee’s weight. The bee would spot a likely flower, settle into the center, the stem would bend, the petal under the hind legs turn into a steep slide, and off would go the bee. Instantly. Every time. Over and over and over again. The photo below is one of the honey bees in recovery after freefall.
Blue Wild Flax in Shadows
Wild Flax Flower in Shade
Bee in Freefall
I am in the process of backing up all data files (documents, photos, etc.) from my Samsung netbook to the 2TB external drive, while deleting stuff I don’t need to keep. I intend to that computer for Internet stuff, keeping it clean for web surfing and miscellaneous writing, while keeping confidential/sensitive data off of computers connected to the net, aside from software backups. I have photo files back to 2003, and I need to get them organized, once they’re together. At 12 years of photography, I’m beginning to have trouble remembering just when I shot what and also where to find it in my archives. Step one? Bring together and consolidate all the archives.
The Moments Between 