I suspect that the time that would normally belong to poor Rambling Chicken has been devoted to making progress my 100+ books. I'm up to forty-eight out of the hundred, thirteen of them in July. If I can keep that up I may break one hundred.
There's been very little gardening or cooking, the things that I most often Chicken Ramble about. And I haven't had any strong opinions about blogging, or plastic, or clutter, or books. I did have a recent internal Onion Tantrum. (Why do they insist on peeling all the papery skin off of the onions at the grocery, so that they mold faster? Why why why why why?) But it didn't seem worthy of a full post.
So did I just post to tell you about what I'm doing and not doing? It appears that I did just that. Now that I've broken the ice, maybe I'll return sooner.
Meanwhile, I present Still Life With Shoes. Because I'm strange that way.
Image: Mine.
Miss your strangeness. And I bet you COULD have written a standalone blog about the moldy onions...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kyna. It feels good to feel that somebody likes my strangeness. :) And, hmm, maybe so about the onions. I Just Don't Get It. Somebody tried to tell me once that it makes the onions "cleaner", but, what?
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