Yet again. It’s my last. It’s telling me to pick up the guitar again and channel some PPM, Dylan, and Johnny Cash. Yes, I love the country/western as do most gals who know basic chords and play them over and over in their heads.
My husband taught me Marty Robbins’ El Paso, even sang it in a restaurant in Scotland at our going away party (no, he doesn’t drink). Then Juni Fisher sang about Fellina in Red Velvet Slippers, her version of it for us after a fellow blogger pdxknitterati introduced me to her music.
What do I do for fun? Download free lyrics from the internet and then figure out the music. Some folks knit or have a boat. I do this and cook and write.
Seeing the light is another theme. We have no lighting in rooms, only in hallways, and they’re all sconces that are hung by very short people. That means, since we don’t own the place, that I have to be extremely clever to place something under those fixtures so myt 6′ 4″ husband doesn’t hit his head on them every day.
Extra-thick picture frames, boxes (for now) and a place to put his keys. Shhh, he doesn’t know the many ways I take care of him.
That brings me to dinner. I need soy sauce and mirin and will make… chicken tonight and grilled fry bread a la Chef Raichlen so it will be a skewer endeavor.
Next time we may just have to Walk The Line. Best to PDX, Dee
Cooking with Dee 