Before Covid and a decimated travel schedule, I rarely watched TV. I’ve watched enough in the last 10 months to probably last me the rest of my life. Today was no exception. We went to the grocery store and post office (which is the usual Wednesday morning gig) and came home to start watching the proceedings in the House of Representatives. There was a happy break in which we recorded an episode of the Wyrd Mountain Gals podcast, then back to watching.
Or maybe listening is more accurate. I kept myself busy. My first quest was to go through all the pasta only to discover that there were no lasagna noodles. No lasagna then but I did have manicotti shells. Problem solved. I couldn’t find chow-chow in the store so I made some, using an old recipe from long ago.
Busy work.
Somewhere in the midst of all that, the impeachment happened. PBS covered it and took a break so I could see how Jean and Lionel were faring. Then back to the BBC, News Hour, et al.
Now I’m going to can a few pints of beautiful chow-chow and get ready for bed. One day seems much like another, as we ease our way through the first month of the new year. We’re going carefully because nothing seems very solid these days. Except good soil, wild weeds, sleeping trees, and magic.