I’m enjoying the randomness on Mondays. Takes the pressure off having to come up with a coherent post.
From jumping around other potlucks I’ve seen some topics I want to use & have some of my own so I made little buttons to remind myself to keep my randomness from getting to random as it were.
I’ve been doing more baking this week. I made more peasant bread and I came across this post at Bakerella and immediately got up from the computer and made them right then. This week I am going to make this chocolate cobbler recipe which I came across while the cookie bars were in the oven. Otherwise I would have gotten up from the computer and made it right then.
You may have read earlier where Havoc accidentally brought a toy gun to school & was suspended for half a day. Yeah. I am still in a full on panic about that. I keep constant track of all the Nerf guns in the house now. Even when I know they are not in his backpack I still have to go around and find them all before I can relax.
Mayhem has finally broadened his tastes. He has finally decided on something other than peanut butter for sandwiches. For reasons unknown to me, he tried a ham & cheese sandwich at Subway last week and has developed an affinity for them. He’s had them for dessert twice this week.
I’m reading a mystery novel written in the early 1950’s. It is full of the most amazing language. The sleuth is an Oxford don so he is very wordy in an erudite way. I have an index card full of multisyllabic words that I have only ever encountered in books, never heard spoken in conversation. My goal is use some of them myself. Right now I am deciding which I will try to use this week – peroration, a verb meaning to conclude a speech with a formal recapitulation or jejune, an adjective meaning dull, insipid, immature or lacking experience. Personally I have no idea how I’d manage to get peroration into a sentence let alone a conversation, so I’m probably going to go with jejune.
The boys’ bus is often late in the afternoons and I get anywhere from 2 to 10 minutes to just stand around at the end of my driveway and let my mind wander. Sometimes I’m not sure how it ends up where it does. One of our cats is named Smoke. She’s all grey & fuzzy so it was an obvious choice. So from time to time people no doubt hear me calling “Smoke! Smoke!” in a loud voice when she is outside. What if she was an orange cat? What if I had named her Fire? Legally, can you yell “Fire! Fire!” where other people can hear you, even if you are just calling a cat?
