I sit in front of a nice comforting fire as I write this, sipping my requisite cup of Joe. It’s a good day to take stock and count blessings in this calm before the storm. A bit of bacon before cleaning house, I think.
Just feeling a bit nostalgic. My great grandfather and great uncle ran the last steamboats to run in the inland water way in Elk Rapids. Torch Lake and Elk Lake and many more. I posted a picture a bit ago of my dad’s mom. This is her father in the pictures. Miss my grandmother. Great lady. One of the first to graduate from U of M in Michigan. Theater major. Thinking, too, of my mother who died in ’94, as I fill in a few more recipes in my family cookbook my son and his girlfriend gave me, a lovely gift. So many pages that should have been filled by the women in my family.
I add the stuffed French toast recipe my mother gave me to the cookbook…
Dreams: A friend of mine has a child I haven’t seen before with burned fingers, all black. About six months old. The doctor has treated them and assured us she will not lose them. A few more distressing dreams lately. I usually have funny ones.
Happy Saturday. Make the most of it.