Truly random notes from the Sandwich Life: February 4, 2023
Gluten free Old Orchard Lanes pizza FTW. Thank you Teri and Brian.
Trinity is so good to me. She sent me a picture of Owen's mise en place for hamburger night because she knew I'd love it.
InstaCart is useful in several ways. First, of course, we can have our groceries, etc. delivered to us when it's too complicated to shop in-store. Second however is the game we have watching the delivery person try to find our house (despite detailed notes I put in the app). You can watch it live time so it can be pretty entertaining...sometimes people get stuck circling the park, sometimes lost in the alleys near our house. Today as I was reporting on various wrong turns I noticed that the map denotes a neighborhood southwest of downtown as 'In Town.' I've never heard that used...kinda intrigues me.
Continuing my new habit of screenshotting sentences that catch my eye. This one made me giggle. Couscous is all well and good but unless it has a bit of crunch mixed in it can get tiresome.
The sentence below caught not just my eye, but my heart.
I thought about the way we were taught to slice the end of the cucumber off and rub it against the cut part to take the bitterness out. Or the phrase from my grandmother, "a gold tooth, a diamond ring and a little bit extra." Do I have that right, Debbie? Or is that something everyone says? The way my mother and grandmother would refer to the 'Brocton folk,' the term 'dampish' for the weather, my grandmother going to buy a new bottle of suntan lotion every week while we girls waited in the car (we never wondered why she bought her suntan lotion at the liquor store, and my mother saying, "Oh, piffle," when she was frustrated.
I know we all have these things. Please share what yours are. I need to think of some more too!
Ok, that's all I've got. I think I'm going to go start some soup. It sounds comforting even though it's so much warmer today.
February is not my favorite month, but onward just the same.
Oh, and last but not least. The other day this old video popped up in Facebook memories. I shared it there but it has stuck with me since then.
I miss these little guys so much. I remember when they were infants and I missed having them inside me so much---it's kind of the same feeling. I love my present day man-weasels but I miss those little guys, their hugs and their smells and their warm little bodies. I'm also amused at Bossy Leo and the way he stretches out the name Owen. Every time I log into Netflix I see our account and then Owen's. He set it up and labeled it 'Oh When.' Every time I read that I can hear Leo's frustrated voice yelling, "Ohhhh-wennnnn!"
Ok. Now I mean it: onward.
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