Whenever I work two days in a row, I awaken the next day feeling like a giant sloth drooping from her branch, avoiding every useful activity – almost too dazed to even nibble on the tender leaves of her tree. It usually takes me until at least noon to emerge from the fog, and then my primary goal seems to be taking a nap.
Such was the case yesterday. I had planned (foolishly) to do lots of things, but the only crucial one was making a salad to take to The Twins’ for a fun evening of croquet! The afternoon was well advanced by the time I managed to summon the wherewithal to cycle to the store for ingredients. When I got home, I felt a tiny bit energized and put on some bluegrass gospel music CD’s to cheer myself up. That was very effective. There is something about bluegrass music that is so happy-making! Just like Bach! I finally became enthusiastic about my salad. I had asked Rebecca for a pasta salad suggestion and she sent me several recipes, one of which had roasted lemon. That sounded tantalizing! The recipe wasn’t a pasta salad, but I turned it into one, added roasted beets and a bunch of other vegetables. It turned out to be extremely pretty and quite yummy!
|Laughlin pears (almost)|
|Fruits of the Laughlin Acres|
After dinner, we had tea in the Laughlin Acres, and a lovely game of croquet. There are certain games that I never, ever win - poker, gin, Monopoly are among them – and also croquet. I used to play with my parents and brother, and later with my cousins, and usually would be on about wicket number two when the game ended. So I expected to come in last, and in this, I was not disappointed. However, despite being behind at every point in the game, I didn’t come in waaaay last. I was only a tiny bit last. This was very gratifying. I almost felt as though I had won.