This cat is a rescue. He was on his very last life at the shelter and my dh was advised not to adopt as the cat was so ill. Wrong thing to say to my husband, who promptly did the opposite. He is a wonderful boy and is a treasure in our lives. The VBC is our forever cat.
The VBC
One cup of dried spit green peas to four cups of water.
Add to that, half a cup of onions, lightly sweated and a quarter of a teaspoonful of jalapeno peppers, parsley and fennel leaves.
When boiling, add in a quarter of a teaspoon full of black pepper, a pinch of sugar, and a chicken stock cube.
Cook for about twenty minutes. Add two tablespoons of sour cream. Yum.
Spent most of the day clearing my desk of editorial admin for A and A. I am nearly free now. I have given my evaluations for the ones I think sparkle and am now waiting for my partner to reciprocate on her picks.
Aside from that, I made a fresh mushroom soup for the dh’s lunch tomorrow and it is yummy. It will go nicely with the focaccia bread I made yesterday. He said he really liked the bread and his soup de jour today, which was split green pea with herbs and jalapeno peppers.
I had been hoping to get out on my yard for an hour or two, but no, there was another storm front moving in. The VBC was so upset by this that he really needed to cuddle. He hates the loud bangs and cries until he is held. Darn, when is that wretched weather fairy every going to run out of storm seeds this year? We have had enough already.
Our most disastrous camping trip would have been so much better if we had listened to the advice of a local resident. We had pitched our tent in a campground, had our supper and then gone to a bar. On hearing we were visitors, an older guy wanted to know where we had camped. When we told him, he suggested we move our tent. Right, it was now dark. Not going to happen.
It hadn’t escaped our attention that he was drinking whisky chasers, so we put his comments down to that.
Some time during the night the heavens opened. A lot. So much so that the river above us overspillled and cascaded down the slope on which we were camped. We became aware of this miserable development when our sleeping bags became saturated. At that point, we didn’t have anything that wasn’t soaked through. Sometime in the course of dark o clock saw us trawling desperately through the countryside looking for an open launderette. The dh was even driving in his bare feet as his shoes were sodden. At around 4 am we found such a place. Into those dryers went everything we were not wearing: tent, sleeping bags, shoes, clothes, the whole kit and caboodle.
Yes, we should have listened to the words of wisdom, but who would have thought a river would be above a campsite? Had we listened with the appropriate attention, we would have found out this was the case and moved the darn tent. Epic fail.
Please be aware some accounts may have been hacked on FB. I got a DM from someone who has been inactive since April asking me for instant cash to pay a hotel bill as they had just been robbed. This is identical to a message my dh got on his email a few months back and is semi literate. Ironic as I know the hacked account belongs to a writer. Also, I do believe that most hotels happen to make a point of taking an imprint of a person’s visa/mastercard on check in.
Just in case this person tries now to use my DM, I am not out of the country, nor have I been held up at gunpoint. I am also about to change my password.
That time when you become aware that your dear husband has been poking a European enormous hornet and he doesn’t have a clue what he is irritating, despite having a very bad reaction to the stings of this species. The moment when you inform him of just what he is messing with and see him disappearing in a cloud of dust on the horizon. Priceless.
The new neighbors are old. Oh yeah. Bliss. No wild parties, or teenage kids; just them. Perfect.
No, I am not anti kids, or parties. I just don’t appreciate being kept awake by skinny dipping in a hot tub at 3.00 am as was the want of our back end neighbors, now departed. Yep, there was a reason why I planted all those trees along my fence line way back when. Not a prude, but there are some things a person doesn’t want to know about their neighbors.
On the writing front, my head is boiling with unwelcome ideas for new books. I have to finish what I have what I have started before I can move on. Ok I have jotted you down, nice new shiny ideas, now go away and leave me alone. I am busy and I will get to you when I have time.
On the cat front, the dh has discovered cat hairs in his brand new earphones. The only possible reason for this is the VBC managed to sleep on them. The dh is not impressed by this.
We have a spare bedroom not in use and it happens to house an upholstered stool. The cat logic is flawless. We have an upholstered bed that is very comfortable and elevated off the ground. We have our own room. This stool is upholstered, very comfortable and elevated in its own room. It is cat-sized. This is obviously intended for a cat of importance to occupy as his couch. No contest. LOL.
