Rabbit Trails

O.K. I have been bummed out about not being able to post pictures........but I ought to just blog anyway. You my blogging buddies will just have to use your imagination here. I bought some fun things today........most of them being very useful. I finally found my HIT cookies at our Wal-Mart. Since they remodeled, they got rid of animal crackers and now they have HIT cookies. It is a sort of a dry biscuit with 'calm' chocolate frosting sandwiched in between. I also bought a beautiful mango. I hope to use it when we have tilapia. I put two recipes together and came up with: red onion, jalapeno pepper, mango, pineapple, olive oil, garlic, cilantro and fresh lime juice. Mix those ingredients altogether and put them on top of the tilapia, wrap it in foil and cook on the grill. If I can do it, you can. Instead of turbinado sugar, I got certified organic sugar. I can't wait to see what it does for coffee. I hope the absence of pesticides doesn't ruin the taste..........

http://www.crosswalk.com/careers/11606719/ something to think about information overload just cause it's there, doesn't mean we have to gulp it down

I bought a book that is titled: OUT ON THE PORCH, An Evocation in Words and Pictures. I have seen sad movies and read sad books, but this one little paragraph really struck me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The nursing home was stranded in the country, in an old cotton field, on a square of dead grass. It was rambling and squatty with a black shingle roof and not a leaf of shade. On the porch old women were rocking in the glare--white and black together in thin bathrobes. They watched me like birds as I climbed the steps, and the nearest one said "I can leave this minute if you find my shoes." (Kate Vaiden by Reynolds Price) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When one is admitted to a nursing home, they don't come home. They are put in there for a reason, and the reason will not go away. We don't grow younger every day. It is a final living place. So, here we have an old woman that would pr...