rantings & ramblings
Spice Blend Day! Pumpkin spice has returned (I await Cauldron-Aged Pumpkin Death Wish Coffee), but I’m also thinking about my tweaked & perfected apple pie spice as well as a particular blend that’s found its way onto salmon & chicken and into tacos, hamburgers, & baked beans. What’s your spice blend of choice?
It’s Welsh Rarebit Day! Despite some pronunciations, there’s no rabbit in this dish – instead, it’s toast covered in a rich, savory beer cheese sauce (with various seasonings), making it a cheesy comfort food that deserves the same popularity as avocado toast. Now to see if I can make it . . .
It’s Labor Day and I have the day off. Twelfth Night has wrapped and the stage struck, and afterwards the cast partied into the very early morning hours. I’ve had coffee cand apple pie and some toast as the post-show recovery begins. I’m starting to watch fall-themed shows while doing some light housework that has piled up over the last three weeks thanks to rehearsals and shows. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to do some writing and catch you all up on what’s been going on?
It’s Ginger Cat Appreciation Day! Those lovable furballs with Orange Cat Energy may be a little chaotic, overly affectionate, and may not be the brightest, but that’s what makes them so special. Give your ginger kitty some extra love today; after all, it’s hard work sharing one brain cell! 😸
Image: photo from 2019 showing a handsome orange kitty named Kona sitting on the hood of a white Pontiac Grand Am. Kona looks very confident.
This is a hopeful post but deals with self-harm and suicidal ideation. If you’re in a space that isn’t conducive for you to read, I understand. I’ll punctuate the post with lots of nice pictures.
Continue reading “Thirty Eight Going on Twenty”
It’s Frankenstein Day, commemorating Mary Shelley’s birthday and the publication of her novel “Frankenstein”; written when Mary Shelley had it up to here with men (looking at you, Byron and Percy Shelley) and invented a new genre of literature (suck it, misogynists). Look inside and embrace the monster within — after all, we’re all a bit of a patchwork!
Running In My Head 