I woke up to about an inch of light snow. It was still snowing when I walked the garbage out to the road. I put it on the opposite side of the driveway (the temporary mailbox now stands where I used to put it) and I'll have to remember NOT to back into it when I leave for work.
After listening to all the traffic problems, especially on the expressways, I think I'm being clever by NOT getting on I-96 and going up to 5 Mile Road and taking that across. Not so clever after all, as, yes, there are far fewer cars, but the road has not been plowed or salted. So, it's a s-l-o-w go to work.
The snow didn't stop until around 2:00 PM, but there still doesn't look like two inches of the stuff.
When I got home, I changed clothes and started dinner (for later). I got the 12-inch frying pan, added some canola oil and sliced up an onion. This time, I don't want the onion sweated until tender. With everything else already being cooked once, I want a little crunch from that onion. I took everything (except for the au jus - which I saved for gravy, some other time) left from Saturday's roast beef and sliced it up (beef, potatoes, carrots and mushrooms). I threw that in the pan and kept tossing it to mix it up. When everything was warmed, I hit it with the house seasoning, turned it down to simmer and covered the pan. Then I made a drink, got my book and settled in on the couch.
My reading was interrupted a noise outside, which turned into a poem, as it crossed my mind. I went and wrote it out, played with it until I got it right and then posted it (it's called Night Terrors, if you're interested). Now, back to my book... No, wait a minute, they are playing an old sad song from the past and I dunno, but I have to post it (probably me and three other guys are left would remember it).
Okay, NOW back to my book? It's almost 7:30 PM and I'm getting hungry, but, I read on... But, by 8:00, my tummy wins over my book. I plated the roast beef hash and took it to my bed and turned on the TV. The hash tasted great, BTW. I watched the tube until 10:30 and then went to sleep.
I got up late and night for a bathroom trip and notice the back yard seemed lit up. I crouched down, looked up and saw a beautiful full moon...
I checked out that poem. You're mind must be a very scary place!
ReplyDeleteLMAO!!! No, you are right. Visiting every now and then in my mind is scary enough. You REALLY wouldn't want to live inside my head!
ReplyDeleteBut, that's who I am and I just work through it day by day...