My friend,
Please accept my condolences at this sad time. I too, think about you often. I probably did compose a message a couple of times, but I imagine you being so busy that I didn't really expect a reply. Or sometimes, I forget to hit Send. It's good to hear from you nonetheless; sometimes when people leave the periphery of my consciousness, I wonder if they were an imagined legend!
Hey, listen...
L, after hounding me forever and more than a year of me dismissing J's idea, just went ahead and "started me" a blog. It's called "Cannot Merge", after the way I drive. You are one of the most relevant friends I have in this respect because one thing we have in common is our love for words. J, who has had to pacify my paranoia about losing my privacy...especially since I know an embarrrassingly scant amount about the "network", and have exxagerated scenarios in my head about being stalked and/ or maliciously criticiziced, told me that for sure I must tell you about my blog; so there!
P is getting his own breakfast because I aim to make a rum cake this morning. This is not at all a regular thing. What it is, SS bought a half gallon of Bacardi Gold and a "fifth" of George Dickel Red for a little get together during the holidays. This Expensive Luxury is unprecedented in the 15 years I've known him, but the rum is ostensibly for my cakes, which I sometimes make to sell (now$17). This calls forth Layers of Problems (from me); you see, he agreed to limit his beer to two a day, but I guess he thought I wouldn't notice the highballs, and now the liquor is about gone. Thus, I will make a rum cake, maybe two, depending on how much is left [I need 3/4 cup for each recipe], for nothing else but spite. Also $34 if I find two buyers, so I'd better get crackin'. Tomorrow, I'll try a new cheesecake recipe, "Pumpkin Bourbon", which I meant to bake last Christmas. Hey, did you know this about ovens...that for the temperature to be stable, it's good to wait another ten or fifteen minutes after the beep, because you lose a good bit of heat when the door is opened to install the food. I have to get it just right because the glaze is tricky and sometimes the cake gets stuck in the pan...remember? Too bad when SS wakes up to a house fragranced with sweet cake and rum, he can't have any; it would be so fine with Gevalia. Awhh.
Take care. I will keep you in my prayers,
Aileen