My uncle eats here every night except the weekend. Sometimes the food isn't all that great, I am just too tired. I did get a bunch of work done, came in and just flopped. I work really hard and it seems I am always behind on it all. One of my customers was looking at my garden and asked me if I had 5 acres. I said, no I have 2.5, if I had 5 acres I would be dead. But I complain a lot too. A whole lot.
Tomorrow I go to Brookings to do some shopping and have lunch with my friend who is 92. She is amazing, her hands are so messed up, her thumbs are actually deformed and turn in at the first knuckle, it makes me hurt to see it. And everytime I go there, she has little stacks of weeds here and there. She has Monica come once a month for a day and does the rest of the work herself. There is no lawn, its all planted. She is also an artist and really good. She is always sketching and is now doing ceramics. I put in her yard a few years ago. She takes me to lunch when I have time and we eat banana cream pie. We go to this place where the pies, bread, soup and salad dressings are all homemade by this older woman. Its really good. I get the ginger chicken salad, we share it then we have room for pie. And lots of whipped cream too.
I want that pie.
My daughter brought me some noodle that were gluten free and they were seriously nasty. She got them at Grocery Outlet and I think I know why. They clumped up and were sticky. Yuk. So I ate some meatballs and sauce. The speghetti really looked good and uncle and Lanny said it was very good.
