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It's been a somewhat eventful week, even without the holiday thrown in.
I talked to my step-brother the other day-something we don't do very often. He told me that the woman he had been living with had died from complications of COVID. I haven't seen him for close to 8 years, so had never met her.
And then there was the holiday, which we celebrated minimally. Malida had to work on Thanksgiving and the day after, so we celebrated with a nice lunch on Wednesday.
I made a turkey breast with the usual trimmings and a small pumpkin pie for dessert. After a number of years using store-bought crust, I went back to making my own crust again this year, and it turned out great.
Back when I was going to school, I used to practice making pie crusts with government surplus flour and butter, which my roommate got in bulk. That was the year I turned 29 and my life made a sharp turn toward the better. Pie crusts were part of that journey.
We went out early on Wednesday morning and took a walk in the nature preserve. It's a place I have been going to since the early 1990s. It was a beautiful morning, and there were lots of migrating birds.
I got an email on Wednesday afternoon from the woman at the camera store, telling me that my new camera had come in, and that I could pick it up if I was able to get there before they closed at 5. I got pretty excited, and made it there in plenty of time.
It's a Canon EOS R5--mirrorless. I've been saving up for a while for this. I took it out for a spin on Thanksgiving morning and it works pretty good. All my old lenses fit on it.
I went out to the old city cemetery to walk around and see the trees turning color. Another one of my favorite places. While I was there, my step-brother called again and we talked for about an hour as he processed his loss.
After the cemetery, I drove along the river and out toward the vineyards which are to the south of us. I didn't take many pictures, other than to check out how the camera works, but it was a lovely and peaceful drive. I pondered the beauty and fragility of life. Then I came home and did the laundry.
I talked to my step-brother the other day-something we don't do very often. He told me that the woman he had been living with had died from complications of COVID. I haven't seen him for close to 8 years, so had never met her.
And then there was the holiday, which we celebrated minimally. Malida had to work on Thanksgiving and the day after, so we celebrated with a nice lunch on Wednesday.
I made a turkey breast with the usual trimmings and a small pumpkin pie for dessert. After a number of years using store-bought crust, I went back to making my own crust again this year, and it turned out great.
Back when I was going to school, I used to practice making pie crusts with government surplus flour and butter, which my roommate got in bulk. That was the year I turned 29 and my life made a sharp turn toward the better. Pie crusts were part of that journey.
We went out early on Wednesday morning and took a walk in the nature preserve. It's a place I have been going to since the early 1990s. It was a beautiful morning, and there were lots of migrating birds.
I got an email on Wednesday afternoon from the woman at the camera store, telling me that my new camera had come in, and that I could pick it up if I was able to get there before they closed at 5. I got pretty excited, and made it there in plenty of time.
It's a Canon EOS R5--mirrorless. I've been saving up for a while for this. I took it out for a spin on Thanksgiving morning and it works pretty good. All my old lenses fit on it.
I went out to the old city cemetery to walk around and see the trees turning color. Another one of my favorite places. While I was there, my step-brother called again and we talked for about an hour as he processed his loss.
After the cemetery, I drove along the river and out toward the vineyards which are to the south of us. I didn't take many pictures, other than to check out how the camera works, but it was a lovely and peaceful drive. I pondered the beauty and fragility of life. Then I came home and did the laundry.
