PET PEEVE, or Letter to myself.

On the first of November I intended to bring as one of my pet peeves: "November". It came in bleak, damp, grey, and cold. November is the month that, if I had a choice, would gleefully take out of the year. But somehow, on the first of November, I didn't make it behind the computer, and my intention fell by the wayside, another stone to help pave the way to hell. Then the weather rather improved, and I felt no grumbling inside me, untill today. I just came back from picking up some groceries from accross the street. Big, wet, plops of snow fell on me, the wind blowing nastily, my feet getting soaked in my suede walking shoes. (No, not blue. My name is not Elvis. Brown they are.) So, yes, it still goes, November is assuredly one of my pet peeves.

Guess what? I am going to attempt to bake a pumpkin pie, Never baked a pie before. But I didn't want to throw out that Halloween beauty. I didn't carve it. I found a recipy on the net for making the filling. I have a recipy for the easiest pie crust known. So, I am going to be brave, and try make the indoors more pleasant than the outdoors. Even Simon and Yona are not interested in being outside. They don't scare easily. Just rain or snow, never keeps them in.

I suspect, given the odds, that blogging has gone out of style. So, I am writing this to myself. It's sorta becoming a habit.

wild thing