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The week in review

My world is opening back up, if only slightly.

I enjoyed some coffee time Thursday morning with a friend, on my patio, distant but not masked.

I saw a masked allergist on Monday, and found out that I’m allergic to the same allergens from 30 years ago — mold, the pollen from hickory and ash and elm and maple trees, ragweed, dust mites. Cats. And dogs.

But dog dander is manageable, and my peace of mind is more important. So Nelson stays.  In comes the HEPA air filter for the bedroom, though!

Webster is ready to welcome administrators back, and I may need to start going to the office again.

I got to the Missouri Botanical Garden on Saturday for two glorious hours of walking and literally smelling the roses.  Photos will roll out over the next five days.

Amidst the irises in the Japanese Garden.

Webster University’s BLACK LIVES MATTER banner was stolen sometime Thursday evening. A posting about this on Facebook led to an outpouring of support, and the usual idiots posting their venom as well. How disheartening, that college-educated alumni of a progressive school, one founded on tenets of social justice and inclusion, are venal and noisy and unrepentant.

Friday was a dark day as Trump and His Toadies finalized a rule rolling back some queer and trans protections established under the Obama Administration. Trump et al. chose to do this on the fourth anniversary of the Pulse nightclub massacre in Orlando. Their evil knows no bounds, and their places in some loveless afterlife are secure.

On the other hand, Trump got a slight slap-down from numerous ex-military leaders, and more than a thousand retired DoJ employees. The Unhinged Man continues his ways, however. Our national election cannot come soon enough.

Screen shot from the FB video feed.

Unemployment high. Stock market tumbling again. World standing continuing to decline.

My local Episcopal diocese ordained our new bishop on Saturday. Our first immigrant bishop in this diocese. Our first gay bishop in this diocese. And the youngest bishop in the Episcopal Church.

And then there’s Nelson. Wonderful, wacky, weird Nelson. He is more voluble now that he is comfortable. He is clingy and needy. He is clearly a lady’s man. And I adore him.

Nelson left me a little present this week after I was gone too long.  He is deliriously happy when I arrive home after being away even for a few minutes.  He loves car rides,  being outdoors, getting wet in the sprinkler.  And this week he went with me to a garage voice lesson out in Ballwin, where he kept the rest of the family entertained whilst I taught.

Nelson does like to sleep with his legs in the air.

Here’s more:

After rolling all over my bed and mussing up the sheets.

The boy loves to be outdoors. And this was taken ten minutes after I had cleaned the glass. He already had his nose on it.

Nelson is also a helper in the kitchen, joining me as I made passionfruit curd:

And no matter where I turn, he seems to have his eye on me, or at least on my escape route:

On the flip side, Nelson had a gambol in the gladiolas, to their detriment:

Note to self: Nelson cannot be outdoors when the neighbors are having their HVAC serviced.

I made two batches of pot-stickers this week. And a couple of Dutch babies for breakfast. And a new batch of slow-rise bread is in the works!

Canning

So many people are corona-baking. I am as well.

But I’ve started this year’s canning early, and am spending time over the stove every weekend.

In the past few weeks:

  • Two batches of blackberry preserves
  • A batch of raspberry preserves
  • Harissa
  • Chermoula
  • Passionfruit curd

This weekend it’s been sweet pickle relish, from scratch (English cucumbers, onion, red pepper, garlic, salt, white vinegar, sugar, turmeric).

And a few quarts of my famous lime pickles.

I have been ordering produce from SunFarm Produce, a wholesaler who is selling to the public. Two days ago they delivered a $107 order, since the neighbors and I went together to place an order.

They had pickling cucumbers. I ordered 10 pounds.

I pickled. Simple.

But the homemade sweet pickle relish? Heaven! I could really learn to like this stuff. As usual, though, I’m giving most of it away.

(The photo is from previous pickling sessions.)

At home

An Arts & Crafts style, century-old home on Lawn Place in Saint Louis.

My home office is now the Kawai grand piano.  I teach all of my lessons from here, and lead the weekly master class.

Plenty of light illuminates my face for the computer’s camera, and I read music from the iPad.  The external mic and headphones give me better sonics.

It’s not perfect, but some teaching/learning is happening!

For meetings, I move to the dining room table, where I have more room to write and for files.  Plus, it’s a decent change of pace and a different view.

The cooking continues.  Saturday was a full homemade dinner.  Plus homemade bread.  And these sweet/salty/spicy pecans:

Look closely for the opossum, spotted on Friday as she (he?) was stealthy, sticking close to the flower beds and the fronts of the homes across the street:

The City of Saint Louis Forestry division was busy last week at the north end of my street:

Thanks to the kindness of friends with chickens, I have a dozen fresh eggs, gratefully received.

Heart attack

It’s a click-bait header, I know . . . .

But I had a heart attack on a plate yesterday morning.

When in England, I love fried bread at breakfast. Look it up. It’s on the breakfast buffet at any swank hotel.

Here in the States, I make fried bread about once a year. It’s so easy and so fast and so yummy and so heart-killing. (Don’t ask me what the frying agent was.)

I’m watching loads of BBC stuff on the streaming services late in the evening, and Monday evening I found myself craving fried bread.

With homemade bread in the fridge, and bacon and eggs always at hand, I indulged.

So there it is. And there it was. And call my cardiologist.

Social distance, day 5

Breakfast of homemade latkes. And some fresh pineapple.

Trying to be normal.

Forest Park Forever has on-line a bunch of nature sounds from the park, so I’m listening to the sound of birds in Kennedy Woods.
https://forestparkforever.us1.list-manage.com/track/click?u=dbbe1fd374748bf5744854f97&id=f3f3c9f42e&e=d43f95b45f

And I took out the trash and recycling and breathed some outside air, then cut some daffodils for different rooms of the house.

And we persevere!