Thursday, or Thereabouts - January 22, 2016

But it's FRIDAY!

Yes. Yes. Yes, I know. But some days the words don't form sentences. Some days the ideas fail to blossom. Some days the photos won't come together to make a story. And then are days when all three are no-shows. That's what happened yesterday.

I fussed and fumed, whined and whimpered, sighed and snorted. For five hours I struggled to make something work. Then I just gave up. Guilt rushed in to bolster the sense of defeat. Reason took a bit longer to show up - a bit too long in my opinion! - to rescue me from the gloom.  I mean seriously, how awful is it that I did not write a blogpost yesterday? Get a life woman!

I wasted half a day spinning my tires, churning up nothing but despair. For what earthly or even heavenly good? How clever was that? And lest you think that this is going to be nothing but a tedious tale of self-recrimination...

That was Yesterday!

And this is Today. This is FRIDAY!

Though a smidgen of guilt remains over yesterday's wasteland, immobility and its buddy frustration have left the building. Alleluia! And you know what? I've had a good week, minus the one small blot on the landscape.



My love and I saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Surely I've not aged as much as Leia, Hans and Luke have? I'm more like Chewbacca - a little rough around the edges but ageless. Right?



Also this week I enjoyed a lovely lunch with friend, discovering new to us, Japanese restaurant. I got caught up on my correspondence (translation: I cleaned up my email). Then I had a kick-butt workout at the gym.  And, AND I did get two blogposts written!



A steaming cappuccino begins my day today. Sole Meuniere is on the menu for supper tonight...

"It was “perfectly browned in a sputtering butter sauce with a sprinkling of chopped parsley… I closed my eyes and inhaled the rising perfume. Then I lifted a forkful of fish to my mouth… The flesh of the sole was delicate, with a light but distinct taste of the ocean that blended marvellously with the browned butter… It was a morsel of perfection… It was the most exciting meal of my life.” - from Julia Child's My Life in France

...with small rounds of boiled potato speckled with fresh parsley and a just to mix things up a little, a Thai Mango salad. Dessert? Well, Une Tarte aux Pommes of course. There is a fine bottle of Chardonnay from Thirty Bench Wine Makers chilling in the fridge.

And me? I'm just chillin' too.
Bon appetit!

©2016 April Hoeller

Thursday, or Thereabouts - September 10, 2015

What day is today?

Why is it that a week away puts one a month behind? When we left for our annual pilgrimage to the land of wine and the Shaw Festival, it was August. And that's how I first entered the date for this post: "Thursday, or Thereabout - August..."

August what? Some head scratching ensued before I discovered how far behind I had fallen. Egads! how does that happen?

We returned home Sunday afternoon having enjoyed 5 idyllic days in Niagara-on-the-Lake...

and then two equally idyllic days with our son and daughter-in-law in Wainfleet, taking in the Marshville Heritage Festival,

 Port Colborne,

Welland

and just hanging out.

But of course after all that bliss comes the laundry, the yardwork, the phone mail, and the email. Oh and then someone has to make supper! No printed menus to peruse, no ice water shimmering in fine glassware, no gleaming cutlery, no executive chef, no one to chop and clean, no servers, eager to please, and no artistry on a plate.

Not even for the dog...

Back home, the car had to be relieved of its burden - 103 bottles of wine. Yup, we brought home a bumper crop from wine country.

Cutting back this year? Apparently not.















I have spent the last two days cataloguing our purchases and I  wish to report that all have been laid to rest in a cool, dark place. One by one they will rise to the table during the coming year, only to be consumed.

And it's place shall know it no more - well until next year.
Cheers!

©2015 April Hoeller