It's a collapsible box I use for storing handout Bibles. I have Bibles, a tote bag, and a rolled up "Free Bibles" sign, in the box. And a cat.
She tucks herself in quite neatly, and isn't hurting anything, so why not?
I had today off, mostly. We had to file the report.
I got up around 7. It's a good thing, the neighbor kids were extra loud this morning, screaming and such, at 6:30 in the morning. I guess they're used to us leaving before they do and this is the "new normal".
I don't know. I was just glad I was already awake.
I took my shower and did my God Time, my faithful Torbie lying in my lap, purring for treats. I doled out a few as I did my study/prayer, but not too many because this brand can make her vomit.
After that, I decided to watch Supernatural. Imagine my annoyance when they had Charmed instead. I hate charmed. It's a soap opera with witches. Not even very good acting, sets, or special effects. I turned it off.
I decided to make my bread. I found the recipe in an old Fannie Farmer cookbook (the one published in the late 80's).
4 cups whole wheat flour
2 cups buttermilk
1.5 t salt
1 t baking soda
Combine dry ingredients. Add buttermilk and mix until moist. Turn out
and knead for 30 seconds. It will be rough, but stick together. Form
into a round and put on a cookie sheet. Cut an X on top with a knife.
Bake at 375 (preheated of course) for 50 minutes.
It was a rough looking country style loaf, but that's what I wanted. I could even eat some leftover dough I found, because it has just the 4 things.
The dough was good. The bread, even better. I pinched off a rough spot and sampled it, then broke off another bit and gave that to Ron. Ron has, as of this moment, eaten a couple pieces of bread, loving it.
It is very good. It's very simple, too.
I did the dishes. I'd cleaned the oven prior to baking the bread.
Supernatural finally came on. I missed the "killing Leviathan" episodes AGAIN. I know how they do it, I just keep missing the actual episodes. I know what happens afterward because I have seen those episodes.
I watched that. I decided to take a nap. It was supposed to rain today so I thought that would be nice.
However, the noisy children neighbors had a noisy yard crew. I'm a little leery, because usually, for them, yard care = party. However, it is raining now, and they all have to get up at 5 AM tomorrow.
I got up and did some accounting stuff with Ron. We filed the report, and I helped him roll some change. That took a while. We took a break and ate some more bread. Ron made delighted yum yum noises, which made me feel like The Best Baker Ever.
I tried to take another nap, I kept hearing the garbage truck but I had a better nap experience. I got up over an hour later.
Generally, when depressed, I want to curl up in a ball and hibernate. I think that's why God puts noisy things around me, sometimes.
I watched a little TV, got online. Ron is having us go to work later tomorrow so hopefully I will get a really good night of sleep.
It was a rough looking country style loaf, but that's what I wanted. I could even eat some leftover dough I found, because it has just the 4 things.
The dough was good. The bread, even better. I pinched off a rough spot and sampled it, then broke off another bit and gave that to Ron. Ron has, as of this moment, eaten a couple pieces of bread, loving it.
It is very good. It's very simple, too.
I did the dishes. I'd cleaned the oven prior to baking the bread.
Supernatural finally came on. I missed the "killing Leviathan" episodes AGAIN. I know how they do it, I just keep missing the actual episodes. I know what happens afterward because I have seen those episodes.
I watched that. I decided to take a nap. It was supposed to rain today so I thought that would be nice.
However, the noisy children neighbors had a noisy yard crew. I'm a little leery, because usually, for them, yard care = party. However, it is raining now, and they all have to get up at 5 AM tomorrow.
I got up and did some accounting stuff with Ron. We filed the report, and I helped him roll some change. That took a while. We took a break and ate some more bread. Ron made delighted yum yum noises, which made me feel like The Best Baker Ever.
I tried to take another nap, I kept hearing the garbage truck but I had a better nap experience. I got up over an hour later.
Generally, when depressed, I want to curl up in a ball and hibernate. I think that's why God puts noisy things around me, sometimes.
I watched a little TV, got online. Ron is having us go to work later tomorrow so hopefully I will get a really good night of sleep.
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