Homemade Alfredo Sauce Is the Bomb
I've had a lazy morning, but hey, it's my weekend! Exchanged texts with mower guy, who was annoying me by continually texting yesterday. I still need to get the electric mower going, but he can do the initial mows next week after I get some money.
Zara: It's almost food time! Food, food, food! (Manic run around the place.) No one gets more joy out of food than Zara, yet she's really skinny. Go figure.
I have some overripe bananas. I should make banana bread. I think that my pancake mix has a recipe, but I might need more of it. Found the recipe, but yes, I need to pick up more mix at Aldi tomorrow.
Lightly dozed after breakfast. We had Kitty Drama at first because Zara wanted to be on the bed, and Mimi didn't want her to be on the bed. They finally worked it out with Zara on the bed. Yay Zara.
I seem to be taking pleasure in little things. A nice nap. A delicious lunch (roast beef sandwich and chips). The cats. Maybe it takes staying home to slow down and be observant.
Now I'm going to study some Italian. I remembered that I bought an Italian pronunciation class on Udemy, and it might help me. It is helping me a lot. The guy who recorded the videos is a great teacher.
I've been bouncing back and forth between cleaning and Italian. I clean until my back starts to hurt, and then I do Italian until the videos freeze up. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I found a way to get a cheap fare to Hawaii. Fly to LA using one of the national carriers, and then fly Southwest Airlines to Kona. I still need to figure out the trip back, but SCORE! Got it, fly to LAX and take the red-eye back to Chicago. It means that I'd have to fly in and out of Kona though. But it's the Get Me On the Damned Island And I'll Figure It Out fare. Wait, it matches the cheaper fares on United, but United's cheap flights have a ridiculous layover in LA. I don't want to sit in LAX for 12 hours, thank you.
Made my fettuccine with homemade alfredo sauce and OMG, is it ever good. I'll never buy bottled alfredo sauce again. And I had garlic bread. Burp :)
Don't know about the "wear a mask" guidance. That seems to be where I rebel. And I don't have any masks or anything to substitute.
Had my Italian lesson. Italian numbers (at least in the thousands) are tongue-twisters. "quatromillecinquecentottantasette": 4587.
I'm trying to get myself to sweep the kitchen floor before I go to bed. Well, sitting here doesn't help.
Okay, I ordered masks, but they'll take a while to get here. And I need to run errands tomorrow, so it will be maskless.
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