Early Morning is My Time

I just love the mornings---4 a.m to be exact. The house is quiet. And for at least a couple of hours, my time is my own.  I use the time to catch up on blogs and compose a post or two of my own. I'm feeling a little behind this week as my hives are still raging. I've managed to resist the prednisone. But I can definitely see how drug addicts are lured in. It would be so easy---just one pill and all this itching would go away. But one pill wouldn't be enough and I'd be right back where I started. I have a good jump on this weight loss and really don't want to start all over. Each morning I think they have subsided some and then the itching starts. Oh well, this can't last much longer. At least I hope not. Benadryl helps a little. It's something.

It's kind of hard to take a picture one-handed of your back. This was the best I could do without getting pornographic. But imagine this on your entire lower torso. Still, I think they are on the way out.

Does anyone notice what's wrong with this picture? It's the iron. I don't iron. I haven't ironed in years. I had to get it out because I was getting ready to start a cross stitch project and the linen had to be ironed. A few years ago, a friend (who apparently didn't know me so well) gave me this bottle of scented linen water. I must say, it smelled so good to iron with it, I was half way tempted to start ironing again. Not really. I just take my most wrinkled clothes on trips with me. That way, it looks like they just came out of the suitcase. Yep, that's it.

 This is a little glimpse of my latest needlepoint project. I have about another month and it will be finished. I'll unveil the whole thing then. That's the thing I love about working on a scroll frame. You roll it up as you go. When you are finished and unroll it, it's like a beautiful surprise.

Everyone knows that Stephanie is not a cook. She takes a lot of ribbing from the family about it and luckily is good natured about it. In fact, while we were on vacation this summer, the subject of leftovers came up. Steph mentioned that her girls didn't really like leftovers---to which Jordan quipped, "why would we like leftovers, we didn't like it the first go round." One could think back to many of Stephanie's "tries"---those "mouthwash" tasting Rice Krispie treats during the holidays---or most notoriously---her venture in to making a turkey that she started at 6 p.m. to have for dinner on the same night. She called me at 9:30 to ask how long it was going to take.

Well, here is a cornish game hen, stuffed with oyster dressing. When she sent me the picture, I was quite impressed. My only question---if you are not a cook to begin with, what makes you attempt something as gourmet as this? She said that it turned out delicious. I believe her. Of course, she did call her dad to find out which side was the breast. Maybe she's not quite there yet!

Later...