Fixated on fire
On my tablets, the “thumbs up” emoji is MIA. Does a “happy face” make a suitable subsitute? Another of life’s little mysteries.
Watching videos about van life in the snow belt. Let’s face it, cold mights are sleepless nights. This is not a pressing issue, but I need to be prepared for the future.
In the city, the malls are humming with consumer traffic. I wasn’t there, personally, but I have trained observers. Turns out that birdwatching skills are transferable. At least I know that Amazon isn’t the obly show. A confession: I haven’t done retail in a very long time. Do you think they miss me, yet?
There;s a new pot (cooking pot) in the house. Purchased with the goal of cooking on an nduction surface. Turns out, the pot is multi=source. You can use gas, or a wood fire, or halogen (?) or several other methods. Magic, I tell you. A lifetime ago, people around here used wood stoves. Some still do, no doubt. Evolution is something that happens at its own pace. And I just remembered that I have a cast iron pan in need of being prepared (seasoned, or something). Maybe after the holidays. That pan was supposed to go with a special twig burner that also needs to be tested. Eventually. I’m lazy about such things.
And no, I don’t intend to fire up the woodpile. Don’t have one. My trees are here to provid a windbreak, not to serve for buring cheap bologna. With beans, obviously. It must be suppertime; my brain is fixed on food, not fire.
