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Surprise Santa

Santa came to The Compound early this year disguised as Timothy J. Lambert. Two droughts this year pretty much finished off my yard, so I’ve been focusing on keeping the flowerbeds and the potted stuff alive. After some raking, bagging leaves, and repotting and shifting plants, this is a section of the yard behind the house the way it looked on Monday night:

Then, PRESTO! This is how it looks now (in the rain), after Tim gave us an early Christmas present and had someone come sod the yard.

Next up: The removal of that tree. Sorry, Tree Huggers, though I’m one of you, this tree keeps killing my yard and providing safe haven and highway for rats, who need to relocate to some other family’s tree.

Food memory

It stuns me that we ever had leftover biscuits when I was growing up, since my mother’s biscuits were so good. I didn’t eat them, so maybe that’s why. My mother used to freeze the leftovers and when there were enough, she’d make chocolate bread pudding with them. That I liked.

When I knew my brother was planning to visit, I started hoarding and saving leftover biscuits because I intended to surprise him with chocolate bread pudding. I even found a recipe online that seemed very similar to my mother’s.

Only I forgot about the Ziplock bag in the freezer while David was here. Sorry. I made it tonight for Tom and Tim. Must have tasted okay, because this is what the 8×8 dish looked like when I took my migraine to bed early:

The recipe is here, if you’re interested.

Busy Monday

This photo is from 2006, but since I didn’t get a sticker when I early-voted today, I figured I could recycle it.

I’ve also: watered the lawn, raked several piles of leaves and pine needles, gone to the post office and bank, worked out at the gym, and started cooking dinner.

Don’t you feel like a slacker? No?

Did you vote, too?

see ya soon…

David has hit the road again on his Cross Country Dog in a Box Tour. I was able to get a fairly decent shot of Friday’s goodbye:

It was a great visit that I enjoyed so much. I still wish Debby could have been here, too. Next time, maybe.

Saturday is John Lennon’s birthday, which has me thinking of my late friend Riley. I wish he could see the Google Doodle video.

Still no title

It’s a little sad when not being able to come up with a subject/title keeps me from posting, but indeed, I have been staring at my monitor for about five minutes with a vacant expression. Much the same way a lot of people watch television.

It’s weird seeing people talk about Survivor online when I’m not watching it for the first time in six years. (I was late to the show. Got hooked during the first All Stars, saw available past seasons on DVD, and have watched it since.) Although I’m sure Mark Burnett doesn’t miss me, Lynne’s dogs might, as we’re no longer having Survivor nights. Sorry, Dogs of Green Acres. I miss you, too.

While sewing or cooking or preparing dog veggie cubes or other domestic-type things, I’ve been checking out The Compound DVDs, watching movies I haven’t seen in a while–or ever. Since I can’t seem to figure out how to work our remotes to the TV/DVR/DVD player, the ease of watching on my computer is a real treat. I also re-watched all six seasons of Sex and the City. Because I only saw it once before, it was most enjoyable.

One of my favorite characters on SATC is Harry Goldenblatt, played by Evan Handler. He’s probably the only character other than Steve who I never wanted to shake at some point. Wait–there’s also Smith. But I digress.

I didn’t realize that in addition to being an actor, Handler is a writer, a journalist, and a cancer survivor. And today he wrote an article that I really enjoyed on the Huffington Post site about how we need to grow up politically.

Now I like Harry and the person who played him.

In other entertainment news, RIP to Eddie Fisher. I think the Debbie Reynolds/Eddie Fisher/Elizabeth Taylor/Richard Burton drama might have been the beginning of the public’s obsession and construction of celebrity culture as we know it today.