Captain’s Log 5,844
So I stood in front of my office door yesterday and tried to open it with my car fob. Yup. I stood there pressing the button waiting for my door to click. Do you think I might be under just a WEE bit of stress?
I left early and bought some bird seed. That is always good for the soul. Bought some suet too. Nothing like lard rolled in peanut dust to make you feel better. And then, I treated myself to some vanilla ice cream because one of my staff brought me some mulberries from her yard. She has thousands of berries and usually just lets them go to waste (or to the birds that can get inside and capture the treasures). When I asked her why she doesn’t eat them, she whined and said it is too much work. She needs Zen lessons.
Yes, it really IS a lot of work to harvest and prepare mulberries. They are messy as hell. Your hands get purple and you have little stems everywhere. But hey. They only happen once a year and they are heavenly!
Before washing and stem removal. How could you resist?
After removing the stems and eating them with sliced peaches over vanilla ice cream
Oh my goodness! After all the prep work, I had about 1/2 cup of mulberries. Perfect for what came next. Before I knew it, everything in the bowl turned purple. Even the peaches. What a treat! I am not much of a foodie, so if I carry on about something, it must be good.
It’s Wednesday. That means Meeting Day for me. I start at 8:00 this morning and end sometime around 6:00 this evening. Posh and bother.
And I cannot help but think about what happened in Santa Barbara over the weekend. And what Joe the Plumber said – that those dead kids do not trump his right to have guns. With an attitude like that, it’s no wonder we have such trouble.