Writing into Life, more
It was damp this morning, but mild and bright, when Lydia and I set off to the dog field that I’d booked for us; not too early.
We hadn’t been to this particular dog field for a while, as I know Lydia likes to race cars that pass on the other side of the fence of another dog park that I take her to, and it gives her a good workout. It’s good to have a change though, and she was wearing her happy legs as she sniffed and mooched about the field that we went to today.
Once home, with Lydia nudging her breakfast ball around the lounge, I reheated chips from last night’s fish supper for my own breakfast, giving them just short of 2 minutes at full power in the microwave. They were sizzling and tasty, topped off with a light sprinkling of salt and vinegar and a splash of salad cream. A strong cup of tea completed my morning meal and I then went back to bed to rest for a while, to ensure that I’ll have enough energy reserves for more painting that I’m planning on doing tomorrow.
Suitably rested, I went out and bought in some groceries. Somehow, as I was carrying the bags into the house, I dropped a container of milk, which split, spilling milk all over the floor. So, I set to, soaking it up with towels and mopping the floor before putting the shopping away. I managed to get some of the milk in a jug before it was all lost so, hey, no point in crying over spilt milk!
I decided to enter a poetry competition – who knows, I might just win – and chose three that have not previously been published by me or anywhere else.
As it’s Halloween, at Trev’s suggestion I bought some sweets as treats to give out in case we get any ‘trick or treat’ callers tonight. We haven’t had them here on previous years but you never know, so I have put them in a jar by the door, ready, just in case.
I’m doing an easy tea tonight: prepared spinach and ricotta tortellini with a simple tomato sauce that I’m making myself. I’ve chopped up and fried an onion till soft, added some chopped garlic and a tin of chopped tomatoes, plus a vegetable stock cube – chopped into small pieces – a splash each of soy sauce and Worcestershire sauce, a good squirt of tomato puree and a small sprinkling of brown sugar, to just take the edge off the tartness of the tomatoes. It’s bubbling away now and I’ll finish it by using a hand-held blender to make it smooth. I think it should be tasty and nutritious along with the pasta.
Having unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher and set the towels that I used to soak up the milk on a wash, I feel fairly up to date with what I need to do today so I think another rest is in order.
Lydia is lying by the back door. I’ll see if she wants to go outside for a while before I go upstairs.
Glad About 