Yesterday was one of those unproductive days when all I really wanted to do was sit around and do nothing. That isn't what happened though. Even on my sluggard days I end up doing something.
Today temps are supposed to climb into the upper 60s (F). I need to mow my lawn. The past week of either heavy rain, or on and off showers has made it grow... and grow. This happens in the spring. My rose bushes have many buds, and so do my peonies. For the first time in 10 years both of my Itoh peonies will be blooming. Their blooms are yellow. I will take pictures.
Since I didn't have any, I ordered some red socks for cycling.
I made Chicken Saltimbocca last evening for dinner. It was a first. It looked great! However, the combination of the sage and the prosciutto was not at all to my liking. Actually, I thought it was terrible. Just because something looks tasty doesn't mean it's going to be satisfying to the palate.
While I was doing nothing yesterday, I also roasted a ham that will be used for various dishes over the next week. This afternoon I'll be using it to make cheesy scalloped potatoes and ham that I will use for lunches on this weekend.
And what about all of the continuous stream of shit about Clarence Thomas and his sow Ginni? Barely a day seems to go by when another rock isn't turned over and more shit spills out. Tuition for a foster son, or what ever he wants to call the young man? Leo Leonard sending money her way and asking that she not be identified in the payments. And I really don't mind throwing more water on that wet blanket they chose to cower under, but these two individuals are supposed to be devout Christians. I'm wondering if they view all these bribes as Blessings? There are Cracker Jack Crazies out there who are like that? Believing God reward them for being what many consider selfish. Who cares about ethics when there's an open checkbook waiting to pay your way through the Pearly Gates.
And evidently Trump had another one of his confidential golf course meetings in Scotland. This one was very hush hush, not like the one in the rain in North Carolina... or was it Georgia, last year. There was no wild ride on golf carts like at that meeting. Nope. There were not a lot of people. Many are thinking this was because of his rape trial. You know? The one where, while in Ireland, he bragged about how he could go and testify? The one where the judge in charge of the trial, hearing those comments told Trump he now has until Sunday to show up and testify? Oops.
Oh, and not surprisingly, an important insider in the document case who was at Mar a Lago has flipped. Oops!
