Saturday in the Hinterlands

All of a sudden, it’s winter here! After two days of awful wind and three inches of rain, it turned sunny. The water in my birdbath is frozen solid. I want to find a heater but I want a battered operated heater, if there is such a thing. Several years ago, the last birdbath heater I had was a plug in and my sweet, well-meaning (now deceased) neighbor ran over the cord with her snow blower. Out of the goodness of her heart she was snow-blowing our front walk when it happened, so I couldn’t get mad at her.
Anyway, I want a battered powered heater now.
As soon as the dryer goes off, I’m going shopping. I have a few necessities to get (kitty litter, toilet paper, shampoo) and then I want to just nosy around for awhile.
I’ve been up since 7 this morning and already I’ve had breakfast and coffee, vacuumed, cleaned the litter box, and washed two loads of laundry. Later I need to clean the bathroom—tub, sink and toilet—unless I can command LP to do it. But, to be honest, I’ll be happy to he just tackles that nastyass room of his.

Spidey, are you hung over from your martini binge yesterday?

Respighi (if you see this) have you heard anything good about Peter Falk’s autobiography? I ordered it and it should arrive soon. I’m going to start John Grisham’s The Innocent Man today. I’ve never read John Grisham’s lawyer books, but this one is a real story.

A kitty just pounced on my lap, so I'll sign off now.

Did you notice that Angela had a gnome on her Office desk in last night's episode?

christmas

sentimental sentiments

Parm frittata

I am definitely not in the so-called Christmas Spirit. I’m beginning to dread this time of year. I don’t even want to put up a Christmas Tree. Bah Humbug. I thought of Lemon Blur aka Conradcanary today because that Overstock.com girl was singing O-O-O The Big Big O, Overstock dot com . . . Conrad loves that dame. That commercial played last year too. What’s the matter? Can’t they spring for a new commercial?
It was just me and BP for dinner tonight, so I made breakfast: Applewood smoked bacon, rye toast, and a chive and Parmesan cheese frittata.

Chive & Parm Frittata

5 or 6 large eggs
3 TB milk
salt
black pepper
pinch red pepper flakes
½ cup freshly grated parmesan cheese
2 TB fresh snipped chives
2 TB minced fresh parsley

Preheat oven to 350.
Beat eggs, add milk and everything else.
In an oven-safe skillet (on the smallish side) on the stovetop, ON LOW, heat a tablespoon of both butter and olive oil. Add egg mixture and cook on low for a few minutes, then transfer the skillet in the oven and cook for an additional 8 to 10 minutes. It will be puffed and golden. Serve with toast and bacon. It’s prettier than plain scrambled eggs!

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It’s Sunday, back to work tomorrow. Yesterday we went to M-i-l’s for dinner. Assleg Auntie was there with her doggie. She’s got to have another hip surgery in a few weeks so she’s kind of down. BP’s niece was there too. She’s a freshman in a bible college in Nashville, and she’s really enjoying it and seems very adult for being 18.
We stayed for about three hours and then headed home. I read the newspaper, LP went over to Jordan’s, and BP went out to the garage and worked with his new plasma cutter, which apparently doesn’t cut plasma, but steel. Who knew?
I should go out shopping or something today, but I feel like being lazy. I’ve got a few more loads of laundry to do and then . . nada.