The Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestick Maker

Guess who's visiting my house tonight?

Fates have conspired against me this week to keep me from getting to the grocery store to buy food suitable for my take-to-work lunches. Whatever I fix has to be fast and easy with minimal prep and clean-up - here in my kitchen and there at work.

Since I didn't have anything in the house that fit those requirements, I've had to go out every day and get it. I managed to keep the cost under $10 a day, but it still adds up and I get tired of deciding where to go everyday.

So tonight I decided to make Dilly Casserole Bread for tomorrow. It will be great with a little cheese, maybe some carrot sticks, and fruit.

That is, if I don't eat it all tonight. It's almost ready to put in the oven, and my mouth is already salivating in anticipation of the fresh-baked-bread odors that are going to be wafting through this apartment soon.

Dill and onion and fresh baked bread. Don't you wish you were here with the Baker?

Who't to blame for the world of the state today?

I fell asleep watching TV last night so I went to bed early. So I got up early. Now I'm going to be grumpy all day. Well, more grumpy than usual anyway. If Indiana hadn't switched to Daylight Saving Time there would be time for me to go back to bed and get a little more sleep, but we did so there isn't.

I can hear a bird singing outside the window. It's not dawn yet by Daylight Saving Time, but nobody told the birds. When you hear somebody express the opinion that DST is "for the birds", tell them they're wrong. The birds won't accept it.

Did you see gas prices had gone up again? You can blame that on DST too. You know they moved the start of DST up 4 weeks this year to save more energy? Well, we used more energy that month and in previous years so we caused a shortage of gas and the price went up.

Since the price of gas went up, you can bet the cost of groceries will go up, too. The next thing you know I won't be able to sleep because I'll be worried about the cost of everything going up twice as fast as my salary.

And you can blame it all on Daylight Saving Time.

Twister

A few months ago I bought a box of VHS exercise tapes off e-Bay. I don't know why - it's not like I really planned to use them.

Yesterday, I noticed one that had strength training as well as step aerobics and having nothing better than housework to do, I thought I'd give it a go.

For those of you who don't know, step aerobics is doing an exercise routine on a wide, but short platform. I was too lazy to find my step, but beginners can start on the floor and get a good work-out.

It started out with walking in place for a warm-up. No problem. I can do that. Then the instructor, Cathe, cheerfully went into a step routine. It went something like:

Step up with the Left foot,

Step up with the Right foot,

Step down with the Left foot,

Step down with the Right foot,

Step leftleftrightrightleftleftdoublelefthopskipjumpheadstandleftup

Step rightrightrightupdowndownupbackkickstepleftuplefthigher up

"Keep those arms pumping!" Cathe encouraged cheerfully.

I couldn't even get my arms to swing together much less in the right direction with each step. Not that I could do each step. My left leg went up went it should have gone back while my right leg was trying to cross the left in front and in back at the same time it was trying to do the hop skip.

After about 10 or 60 minutes, Cathe cheerfully said, "Alright enough warmup. Let's step!"

Warmup? That was the warmup?

I sat down on the couch, popped open a Pepsi, and just (cheerfully) watched before I hurt myself.

Snowitsnot

I know it seems that I complain about the weather a lot, but sometimes I'm really complaining about metrologists. Have you noticed that the more sophisticated the equipment gets, the worse their accuracy is?

I was suppose to take today off work, but yesterday was wet, cold, and windy. A nasty spring day. Neither spring nor winter. So I checked the forecast for today and when it predicted cool weather under cloudy skies I changed my day off to Monday.

"More clouds than sun" That what it said.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! My little toe that I broke in 1982 does a better job than that cracked crystal ball used by the so-called modern weather forecasters.

It wasn't overly warm today, but it wasn't windy and the sun shone all day. In other words, it was nice out.

This is a warning - I'm not an educated meterologist, but since I an off work Monday, I'm going to predict either tornados, sleet, or a half foot of snow. Probably all three.

This is how my toe looked when I broke it, but this isn't my foot.

Bunny with the Red Tail

a short story in rhyme (more or less)

Towards the road.
The little bunny went hop, hop, hop.

Mommy Bunny screamed, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Little Bunny answered, "Will not, not, not!"

Daddy Bunny yelled, "Don't! Don't! Don't"
Little Bunny whined, "Won't! Won't Won't"

Daddy Bunny went HOP! HOP! HOP!
Little Bunny didn't make it to the road.