Cookies for breakfast.

I actually considered it.  For at least a few seconds.

But considering I woke up at some time after 2:30 this morning with just a wee bit of heartburn, most likely from eating too many cookies last night,  I decided to maybe have something else for breakfast.

A couple nights ago I had been rummaging through the cupboards for something,  anything to snack on.  There’s usually at least one cookie to be found.  I’m not big on chips or popcorn.  Can’t eat just one chip so I don’t even start,  and the kernels from the popcorn tend to get stuck in my teeth, so that doesn’t work either.

Of course, *thinks* I did drink maybe a couple glasses of red wine.  Right.

Red wine and chocolate chip cookies = heartburn.

At least in my case.

 

Anyway,  as I was preparing our salmon for dinner last night,  Travelling Companion thought she’d bake up a batch of cookies.  Alrighty then!

 

Here’s the salmon,  by the way.

 

Hey,  if I bother/remember to take a picture,  it’s probably going to appear here.

The deal with the salmon is,  grated garlic and basil mixed in with some olive oil,  which gets basted on top of the salmon,  then approximately twenty minutes an inch on the BBQ.  It also tends to cook in the olive oil.  Pretty damned good.   Of course,  the salmon has to be fresh, at least for us anyway.  No “fishy” smells.  And it was.  Bought it earlier that day at Boffo's in Oakville.  Who now finally,  and partly thanks to our daughter,  have a website.  Gotta have an on line presence!  Couldn’t convince the previous owners of that,  but that’s a whole other story.

 

Not much happening today here at the Ponderosa.  The original plan was to head off to Kingston for the day for a “confirmation”,  but we started to think about the possibilities of T.C. picking up something from some snotty nosed person somewhere,  maybe in church,  and we just figured that wasn’t a risk we were willing to take.  Heading in for surgery while fighting a head cold?  Probably not advisable.  We’ll stay home.

There’s one last appointment with the Doc who did the “Stress Test” last week coming up on Tuesday,  and then Wednesday is knee fixin’ day.   We have to be at the hospital all bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to jump on the gurney at 6:30.  Um,  not me.  Just T.C.

There’s no word on any hint of a cancellation,  so I’m guessing this one last appointment is some sort of information thing.  I think we’ve already pretty much signed everything we have to.  I even had to sign up as the “Caregiver”.   Ya, I’m in.
What ever.

 

Oh right.  I did do one little thing up in the “Veranda” the other day.  See, it’s all done on the outside,  but I have a ways to go when it comes to getting it all spiffed up on the inside.  But that’s OK,  I can just plug away at it.

There will be some milling of trim over the next little while.  And it’s not exactly anything I can go to the local lumber supply place and cart home either.

This was kind of a two day deal.  Mill the piece to fit,  put on a couple coats of finish,  stick it in place with some really good construction adhesive,  and there we go.

 

Needs to be under pressure until the adhesive cures.

 

I guess that’s about it.  Not sure what’s coming up for tomorrow.  If I want to start on the next big thing,  I have to sit down and draw up some plans.  Gah.

Not my favourite thing,  that’s for sure.

 

Supposed to warm up a bit this week,  but we’re not on the flood watch like our neighbours (or maybe “neighbors”?)  just across the border. 

The snow is already gone around here.  I’m not the least bit heartbroken.

 

Keep those sticks on the ice.

 

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