Winter/Spring Jobs of a Lobsterman
Recently, in fact yesterday, when trying to enter a comment into a blog I read regularly, the page asked me to sign in to my Google account in order to comment.
Well, I have just divested myself of all things Google, at least those that I have to be signed in for, so I couldn’t do that. The other option was to use another ID and they gave four options, one of which was WordPress, but none of which was Journalscape. So today I decided that in order to comment on this person’s blog, I would have to comply and log in to my WordPress account so my comment would go through.
Before I made my blog-home here at Journalscape, I lived at WordPress at Crow Cottage, Actually, and after I went over there to log in so I could make my comment, I thought I’d do a little entry there since I hadn’t made one since last November.
Not sure that keeping two blogs going at the same time is a good idea for me. In fact, I really have several blogs that are still alive, one of which is on the left-hand link column here called Today At Crow Cottage. I haven’t checked to see if that blog is still working but I suppose it is. There are quite a few words and thoughts in both places, before I started this one, and I would hate to lose all those tangible memories, so I keep them.
Freshly painted lobster buoys
Anyway, it’s Sunday morning here and I’m just trying to decide what project I will do today.
Yesterday I made chili.
I was going to do an entry about it, with accompanying photos, etc., but changed my mind. I am wondering if you are getting sick of my recipe entries. I mean, anyone can get any recipe that was ever written online now, so you don’t need me giving you mine really. But this chili turned out so darn good, I might. Maybe later. We had it for supper last night. It was easy to make. Very easy. And it was just about the best chili I’ve ever had. Weird how those dishes happen when you least expect them to.
We have enough for probably two more meals out of that chili that is leftover. I love having leftovers. Means I don’t have to start cooking from scratch.
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I see where that moron radio commenter apologized for his remarks yesterday. Yeah, right. He only is sorry he said certain words, not that he said what was on his mind. He’s not sorry at all I think. I hope you signed the petition I put in yesterday. I am not usually a political activist, in fact, I’ve softened a lot over the years, but this guy is so vile that I just can’t stand that he is there, pulling in gazillions of dollars for spewing his poison and that some people in this country who listen to him actually believe his crap. It irks me no end.
So, rant over.
I need to decide on a project for today.
Oh, I almost forgot, yesterday I ALSO made a batch of dog cookies for my honey-pies. Yum. Peanut-butter crunchy cookies basted with chicken broth on the top. I’m their best friend today!
Spring at Roseberry Topping, North Yorkshire, England
Standing near the top of Roseberry Topping and looking back down from whence we came
Bluebells on the ascent down from Roseberry Topping