If anyone can tell me, in basic English, how to stretch my blog header ACROSS the entire top of my blog (or to remake my header in anything BUT PhotoShop, which I do not have), then I will happily sign and send along a copy of my book, The Pantry––Its History and Modern Uses.
The first person who sends me information I can use and follow, WINS! Just email me at info@CatherinePond.com –– hurry, quick, before I hurl my computer into the muddy mire that surrounds me! [And I mean that both figuratively and literally. If I put up a photo of my current office, you would run screaming from this blog. Forever.]
And that would be me, figuratively, in the (unsourced) illustration. I'm about to head off to the kitchen to do the dishes from dinner. Then I'm going to fold the towels from the dryer while I watch Oprah in Australia (just to see Russell Crowe––OK, and to watch a lot of people get overly hysterical). And so we can all shower in the morning with clean, dry, towels that don't smell like they've been on the floor of a locker room for three weeks. I do have my standards!
Then I might sneak a few chocolates from the box that our Shaker friend in Maine, Sister Frances Carr, sent to our youngest son. But that would be vaguely evil and inconsiderate. Then again, what's just one bon bon from the gift box (that belongs to my son)? Now I'm talking like a true addict. Or that wicked Eve in the Garden. Yeah, that would be me, horribly painful womb and all.
Then I'm going to bed. It's only 12:48am. The night is young! (Or should that be, the morning has just begun?) I've learned that I have to go with the mania when I have it. Tossing and turning fitfully when there are other things to be doing, or writing, has never really worked for me. But long periods of cave-bear sleep work for me, too. It's all about moderation.
You come back when you're ready!