This Parasol's not really being Parasol's is very disturbing. I mean, I'm a Domilise's girl, but still! Name-changing and location-changing, well, maybe, but someone else using the Parasol's name is Not Right.
My folks brought their truck over and we loaded it full of old fence lumber. I think everything that is left is smallish scraps that I can fit in my garbage bin. I did not really think I would ever actually get that wood out of my yard. Monday we take it out to the landfill and practice the caber toss, whee!
After loading all the wood we went out for dinner and I had a steak and OMG it was good! I haven't had a steak in I don't know how long. So delicious.
I noticed that Whole Foods had vegan sugar. Do I want to know why regular sugar wouldn't be vegan?
Just googled for you megan, cause I was curious when you said that, since I couldn't figure it out:
Over half of the cane refineries in the United States use bone char (charcoal made from animal bones) as their activated carbon source. The bone char used in this filtering process is so far removed from its animal source that cane sugar processed in this method is deemed kosher pareve, which, according to Jewish dietary laws, means that it contains no meat or milk in any form as an ingredient. A number of vegans disagree with this perspective.
I want this spice thingie so much ... but not for $26.99. Damn it.
If I got that I would feel compelled to match the spices to the colors of the containers, and that way lies madness.
I like the sound of veggie guy as an amusing character. Thankfully my cat is currently sleeping in the dirty laundry. But there is also a basket of clean that's occasionally being refurred by her too.
I tried to recycle ALL the things but it was hot and my thighs starting chafing from sweat so the last batch goes out tomorrow. Instead cool shower and that slidey goo. Better slothful than heat blistered.
It was a shirt I'd tossed on the chair to put on in the morning. Normally, everything is hanging or in drawers. Devi especially loves my dirty laundry. I toss it on the closet floor, and invariably if I leave the door open, that's where I find her.
Loki has a shoe fetish, Devi has a dirty laundry one, Mister Kitty likes the clean stuff.
Kittenish goes for either freshly clean or dirty. It has to smell like dryer sheets, bleach, or whatever detergent or it has to smell like me. Clean but old gets no interest at all. Cats is weird.
Whew! Home. I did swim and it was totally awesome. There were eleventy billion people there, but it was okay. Very refreshing. (Oh, sara, how long is a lap? Or like, approximately how many strokes? I know it varies. I did all backstroke `cause I`m scared of swimming properly. But I had no way of figuring how far I was going.) Then I got home and made but did not eat dinner and got ready to shower but did not shower, because I was on the phone chatting with my folks. But that was nice instead and no one physically recoiled from me at church, so I must not have been too lakey. And our buddy did a good job guest preaching.
But I`m home and eating now. I made panzanella caprese to redeem a botched loaf of bread but the fresh mozzarella went all wonky. So the whole thing is kinda hinky. But it`s still pretty good.
Liese, my one lap is 50 yds (pool is 25 yds, so up and back.) So 9 laps is a quarter mile. Some places are fancy and have 50 yd pools. I wish. I have no idea on the strokes, though.
Hmm. I`ll have to figure it out. If the families sunbathing were baffled by me going back and forth by myself, they`ll really love me out there with my giant tape measure. It was hard to guage where I was. There`s a good swim out to a floating dock thingy. If I figure out how far that is, I could use it to count.
