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Went home for a day or four. Found nature everywhere.
Dad made spaghetti: no oil so the noodles stick together in a big mess and you can't separate them, no matter how hard you try. Just the way I like it. Call me crazy. I dare you.
It's the same with cakes. When I was younger, so much younger than today... I couldn't resist. Anyway, the cakes were always dry, didn't rise properly, and were most likely a little burned around the edges. Didn't matter, the cream cheese icing covered it up. I can't eat these fluffy super-market confections. I miss the flecks of ash and the dry density of chocolate you only get by failing to make the batter rise. Mostly I miss the cream cheese icing.
Thursday was an adventure. We were bustling, but others were not. T&T was like a ghost town. I've never seen it so empty. We made a new friend or two though. And I discovered blackcurrant drink. Am never ceases to amaze me. She's so good with people.
I'm rubbish in that department. I think I give off the impression of being slightly autistic. I probably am. I'm also a bit androgynous, and I guess that makes people uneasy; they don't quite know what to do with me.
I'm knitting. I used to hate the idea. It just seemed so... (C) Little Susie Homemaker. Gag.
I thought about looking at it in terms of phallic imagery, but decided I hate Freud far too much for that.
I settled on imagining the needles as epées, clacking in a comforting swashbuckling rhythm.
My plans for today were rained out, so there was little else to do. I might have taken the bus to Anderson, as there's a nice little piece of ripped up asphalt I want to photograph, which requires a rainy day, but there was thunder, and I decided I'd rather hide down here with the fireplace. If it is still raining tomorrow, I may carry out this mission yet.