Sleet And Slush

Black Capped Chickadee With Peanut

8:04

It's 8:15 and I have just gotten around to starting my blog although I have been up since 7:00.  Evie has just joined me and it looks like another gray, foggy and wet day at the lake.  Not a very 'good' Friday weatherwise.

A Breakfasting Goldfinch

Thursday was what I started calling, mid-morning, a coyote ugly day, slush, dirt, rain, potholes, and fog.  So to liven up our day, and this is as bad as it gets, we decided to go shopping at the one store we do not particularly like or support, Walmart. With Sam's Club gone, we thought we would give it a try and went with a list.  And to both of our surprise, it wasn't that bad.  We bought 35 bucks worth of dahlias, a kitchen mat, heavy cream, fennel bulb,  food storage containers, post-it notes, two squirt bottles, hair clips, a three-ring binder and four spiral memo pads for eighty-seven cents.  We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons (without) the sun.  It was good therapy and we went home happy with our morning.  Of course, before hitting Walmart, we stopped at Ryder's Cup, said aloha to Joyce, bought a coffee and a carton of organic eggs and stopped at the bank for more cash.

Because I had a big breakfast, I was not that hungry so I just had a tasty bowl of cauliflower soup and watched my show.  Evie, however, got busy in the kitchen.  I had mentioned that Milanese chicken with a fennel/arugula salad sounded good to me.  So Evie had thawed a couple of chicken cutlets, spread egg/mustard on them, then dusted them with panko bread crumbs and made a salad dressing, so that all was ready for our dinner.

Afternoon Of Fog

It was not much of an afternoon, a drizzle outside, a fog-bound Long Point.  We watched some of the news, read, and had our wine time, as we continue to go through dating some of our early photographs on Google Photos.  We have ended up texting my sister, Evie's sister, and our good friend Vickie to get some idea when some of our photos were taken, especially those from the 1980's and early 1990's.  It drives us crazy at times because we are not sure of many dates and just have to guess.

Wine Time

By 6:30, we had enough and Evie put together our dinner, frying up the chicken cutlets till they had a nice crisp, putting together the salad and roasting asparagus for 10 minutes. I helped by grating parmesan cheese on the asparagus.  We then plated the cutlets, topped it with the salad, and added asparagus to the plate.  Dinner was about as good as it gets.  We both loved the chicken topped with salad and though we thought we might have enough for another dinner, it never happened because we both went back for seconds and me for thirds.  Our TV began with the first episode of this year's final season of The Americans.  It's a couple years later than the previous season, as Glasnost and Gorbachev are beginning to bring great change to the Soviet Union and division between Elizabeth and Phillip.  Music or more accurately song (Peter Gabriel's 1986 song "We Do What We Are Told") seems to play a much bigger role in this episode, especially in regard to Elizabeth.