"What do you want me to do?" I ask them. I'm helpless. "Play your games on the table," I say. I mean, I tell him not to eat the cards, but he turns a deaf ear.
But I am chipping away, over here, just chipping away. And you'll hear all about it. I finished Chapter Nine today.
popular songs in 1937
history of sign language
humboldt county established
nubian goat milk
That's a bit of a spoiler. Let's just say the book is not about India. Okay, I totally need to go cook dinner now.
Last night for dinner we had:
Paneer Butter Masala
Zucchini and Carrot Subzhi
and Cate's wonderful sprout salad (with sprouts, tomatoes, olive oil, paneer, honey, and lemon)
It was delicious.
Tonight? What can I rustle up?
The gang just got home. Time to cook for sure. Here's a photo of YaYa with her babies. In the makeshift baby wrap that I tied for her.
She asked me to wrap a scarf around her hair, so that she could look more like "a mama." It always surprises me that to her, a mama looks like me.