First of all, we continue with 'I could almost wear a long sleeved tee-shirt all day' weather. Every time I do laundry, the sight of long sleeved shirts and slacks and light sweats that serve as jammies have me smiling. There will come a time where the very sight of some of those clothes will bring a I'm going to pass out feeling, but that time isn't now.
|Hey, Larry and Sherry! Good to see you out there.|
|I went to Dinghy Dock to meet up with some friends from Maine. It looked like a Friday night, people stacked up to the bar, the tables all full and barely room for one more dinghy.|
|Aaron and Lynn, who, if you are a super observer, you will remember from last fall's blog post in Portland, OR, where we met up in a funky local bar with daughters and a son-in-law.|
When I got home, there, hanging on a hook by my door, was a very cool horseshoe, with the nails still in it. An old horseshoe, a rusty horseshoe. Exactly the sort of horseshoe that should be hung up. For now, I put it close to where I found it, but turned up of course, for luck. I think it will eventually go to the chicken coop, instantly transforming it into a fantasy barn...
First, just to get it out of the way, yes, I use white death sugar. I also use brown sugar. And turbinado sugar. And honey. I do make sure, with the white, that it's cane sugar and that's my only concession. Because I will never drink regular tea or coffee without sugar. Don't ask, I have so few vices left and this one is a line in the sand I won't cross. You are not the boss of me! And I'm not defensive about this at all.
But that wasn't really the point I was going for about sugar. The thing about sugar, and a lot of flour and corn meal and other ground up grains, is that they are still packaged in paper. Paper! These are all substances that when exposed to dampness might as well be a bag of concrete that got rained on. And yet, having lived in the most humid places possible except maybe the Amazon, the sugar/flour/corn meal still pour dryly from the bag, like sand on the beach baked in the sun. My question is, if these products can still be sold in paper, why can't everything be sold in paper? I don't get it. That's all.