Well I am doing school work this evening, the dog is watching the Westminster Kennel Club show on television. And barking.
Webster Univ Alerts
All Webster University St. Louis-area campuses are closed Fri., Jan. 13 due to weather.
That message on Thursday around 4 p.m. found me at Schnuck’s, buying the usual provisions: eggs, tonic water, cheese, meat. (Friday menu includes chili.)
I stopped by Opera rehearsal to help figure out how to manage today’s canceled rehearsals.
And then I came home. Auggie got a long walk, since he likely won’t be getting one for 48 hours in this weather.
Even though Webster is closed today, and we have no official school activities, I’m still jet-lagged and so was up at 5 a.m.
By 6.30 a.m., some homemade bread was in the oven. And by 8 I had fixed homemade latkes.
- one Russet potato, grated
- 1/3 white onion, grated or minced
- one egg
- enough floor to thicken a bit
- freshly cracked salt and pepper
- a healthy dash of cayenne or a bit of chili sauce
This makes three healthy portions. Fry in oil over medium heat until lovely brown and crispy on both sides. Top with sour cream.
Now 9 a.m. Texting with folks around the world. Listening to the new Ennio Morricone album. Here’s a reminder:
The fireplace is on. Auggie is being attentive. And a pile of schoolwork beckons.
[And a 9.40 a.m. addendum — the back stoop is iced over already with just the little spittle of rain we’ve received. Rain and 26 degrees = a mess.]
- Five loads of laundry are complete.
- Auggie had been to the beauty shop.
- Jet lag is kicking me tonight.
- I’m still weepy over La La Land.
- In a bizarre burst of energy, most of my wrinkled shirts are now spotlessly ironed.
- I can’t get warm this evening.
- For the second night in a row, I have not cooked dinner. Damn jet-lagged lethargy.
- The Christmas decorations are all tucked safely away for another 10.5 months.
- Manchester United football is lulling me to sleep.
- And I hope I dream again of the beach at Repulse Bay.
Said ladybug then crawled into Auggie’s ear. I watched the triumphant march to the warm recesses of a dog’s ear.
Said canine then looked at me with a look on his face of “What the hell?”.
His scratching did not dislodge said ladybug. My fingers did.
All is now well.