Monday. Sunny and cold.
Breakfast was two scrambled eggs with cheese, onion, and rice inclusions, toast with strawberry jam. Finishing up the first mug of tea.
I have a long list of phone calls to make today, and have already made one. I also need to go outside and make sure the dryer vent is clear. Oh. And hardboil some eggs. I have a lot of eggs, for some reason. Good thing I like hardboiled egg sandwiches.
I also have an appointment with the chiropractor, and I need to stop at the pharmacy/grocery, to pick up meds and the classic A Couple of Things.
I quit just in time yesterday, folded up on the couch under a blanket, with tea and graham crackers to hand. Read some more of Magpie Murders, shifted ahead, and saw that Mr. Horowitz was going to make me read Alan’s WHOLE DAMN BOOK (absent the last chapter) before we got back to Susan, and decided, as I once similarly decided for Harlan Ellison, that Mr. Horowitz was not going to make me do that, and put the book away. I then thought I’d read the Rivers of London novella that I’d been holding in reserve.
Except, I fell asleep. This was *not* Peter’s fault; I hadn’t even opened the book.
Woke a little while later and decided to explore Roku, since I had found the lighthouse show I’ve been trying to track down on Maine Public TV in the December guide, which meant that I had to find if Roku would show me, well, television.
In fact, it will. I watched a short documentary on Sequin Light Station in Phippsburg (not the new show I want to see), which was very interesting, indeed. Especially that tram system up the sheer cliff from sea level to Light level, all in the service of delivering the vast quantities of wood required by the fog-horn, which was steam-powered.
Having proved that I could, indeed, watch Maine Public on Roku, I doodled around on my tablet and somehow came up with the Muppet Show featuring Harry Belafonte, which I was pleased to watch.
Then, I opened up Masquerades of Spring, to get in some reading — only to find that I couldn’t focus my eyes sufficiently to do so. Yeah, well, I’d known I was tired, now didn’t I?
I made a couple notes for that short story my brain thinks it would like to write, and about 9:30 threw in the towel and went to bed.
I occurs to me that I may need to lay in some audiobooks, so I’m not staring at screens 24/7. Ack.
interrupted here by an incoming phone call from the local hospital. “Hello! May I speak to Steven?” / “You may not. Steven died in February.” / “I’m so sorry. Good-bye.”
That’s about it on the Cat Farm News Channel.
How’s everybody doing today?
Today’s blog title brought to you by the Mamas and the Papas, “Monday, Monday.”
Having never heard of a hardboiled egg sandwich before – I assume they’re sliced hardboiled eggs on … probably toast? What else do you add?
Seriously? If it hadn’t been for hardboiled egg sandwiches, I’d’ve starved as a kid.
Get yourself an egg slicer: https://www.amazon.com/Strawberry-Aluminium-Stainless-Multipurpose-Mushroom/dp/B09KGQ1PKJ
Hardboil an egg. Let it cool. Peel it, slice it. Put it on one slice bread or toast with mayo and salt and pepper. Cover with another slice of bread. Cut in half — or, yanno, not. Eat.
Steve preferred egg *salad* sandwiches, which is basically a hardboiled egg sandwich that’s had the ingredients all smushed up together before putting it on bread. And, to be honest, I don’t think I’d encountered egg salad before I was an adult.
I might need to find that documentary. Hmn.
Agreed on egg and egg salad sandwiches.
If you want a great audio book that’s a bit off the beaten path – PLAYING FOR PIZZA by John Grisham. NOT a legal thriller. This feckless American quarterback makes a bunch of (playing) mistakes, takes a contract in Italy, where he knows nothing and no one, and proceeds to have some hilarious character building experiences. I didn’t like him at first – but I didn’t like Pat Rin at first either.
Boo on the hospital. Yay for naps.