J Alfred Prufrock measured his life by coffee spoons. I measure mine by the gardeners.
Got a few quiet moments for a sit in the shade in the back yard? If it happens to be 4:30 on a Friday afternoon or 5:30 on a Saturday afternoon, you will be serenaded by multiple two-stroke leaf blowers.
No need to set alarms on Tuesdays through Fridays, the gardeners are eager, hardworking and early. In fact, mid week they never seem to leave the neighborhood.
All summer with the windows open I've been awakened to the shattering two-stroke engine. Want to hear something ridiculous? It only dawned on me last week to use ear plugs!
When I bake . . . - Baking is my first cooking love, and it's something I rarely do anymore. When I bake, I eat what I baked. And, I don't just try or sample, I keep eatin...
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