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I haven't added anything, but I didn't expect to. Yesterday -- Saturday -- was the band review in Madera, which is just about smack in the middle of the state and therefore a universe away from us. Much teenaged drama, but the kids were beautiful in competition and came away with trophies. The bus ride was over three hours each way, and I spent almost the whole time talking to other mommies about stuff -- the dynamics of the band, motherly philosophy, our histories, the election, food . . .
This morning the nice fellow organised us -- him, me, my son, and our friend Connie -- to go mushroom hunting early in the morning. Not early enough. There were telltale pits everywhere. "Our spot" is entirely too well known. Nevertheless we found three nice, medium-sized boletes and a bunch of slightly soggy oyster mushrooms, as well as some interesting unidentified fungi which we admired and left standing.
I came home and slept for four hours. I'm ready for bed again.
I did make empanadas -- I hadn't realized that's what they were until the nice fellow told me. Cheesy ones and boletey ones. 4 dozen all told.
I can't find my favorite blanket and I can't remember if there's a good reason for that.
This morning the nice fellow organised us -- him, me, my son, and our friend Connie -- to go mushroom hunting early in the morning. Not early enough. There were telltale pits everywhere. "Our spot" is entirely too well known. Nevertheless we found three nice, medium-sized boletes and a bunch of slightly soggy oyster mushrooms, as well as some interesting unidentified fungi which we admired and left standing.
I came home and slept for four hours. I'm ready for bed again.
I did make empanadas -- I hadn't realized that's what they were until the nice fellow told me. Cheesy ones and boletey ones. 4 dozen all told.
I can't find my favorite blanket and I can't remember if there's a good reason for that.
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