The recipe modification model
In today’s lesson, I learned that one does not need to blindly follow. The recipe, that is. I tend to take my “end of life” bananas and use them to make a bread/cake/block in the bread machine. Adding walnuts is good. Adding raisins is much better! I now have a product that I’d be willing to share with others, should that “pot luck” idea come back to haunt me.
This was a cleaning day. After a week in bachelor mode, it was time to restore equilibrium. I even learned how to empty the new vacuum cleaner drum; that alone, worth the price of admission as they say. My morning passed quickly, and when the head’s up texto came across, I was ready to show my style. Things didn’t (completely) follow that downward spiral predicted by the Second Law Of Thermodynamics.
I also determined that a week without transportation doesn’t spell disaster. Yes, I had prepared beforehand; food, etc. But the niggling thought that I was “miles from nowhere” as the song goes could have been a predictor for, perhaps, panic. Nothing of the sort. We (the three left-behinds of the household) carried on as if life always meant staying close to the homestead. To be fair, I’ve already lived in true isolation, and this was nothing of the sort.
In the cargo load brought back from the kids’, I received my treasured bicycle saddle. Oh, sure, it’s a bit dried out right now, but I’ll get busy with some leather treatment. Quality leather saddles are a great investment, and this one fits me (or at least it used to). By the time I’m ready to ride, so will my saddle be. I say that with assurance.
