This week is the Ides of March, feared by Caesar, I guess, but not me.
On Monday I took a picture of some heart ornaments in a tree that look kind of bruised, like how all of ours feel now.
It’s Phil Lesh’s & John’s birthdays. Phil is 81. Phil’s kids and extended family band, that includes his two sons, Grahame & Brian, who are about the same age as mine, John & Al, made this totally cool video to celebrate.
I watched the vid Tuesday morning, when winter had come back to Wisconsin – we got a bunch of wet snow starting on Monday afternoon – sitting in the dark, looking out the window, with the cat.
Then I went for a walk, and bought a bag of Trader Schmoe’s almonds that I transferred to a jar (that had held the cherry pie filling for Sunday’s pie, that we got in September at Koepsel’s in Door County, instead of Seaquist, because they didn’t have any Trump signs, and Seaquist did) when I got home.
For breakfast, I had a handful of almonds and a bowl of oatmeal with half an apple cooked into it and a small sliver of pie to make the half even.
I didn’t finish Sunday’s PI Day post until Tuesday, and I had a few pictures leftover from Pi Day.
Like this one, the cook’s secret snack – Christmas vegan mincemeat, dried fruit and lots of spices and booze to preserve it – spooned onto piecrust cookies – the trimmings from the pie, baked with cimmy sugar on top. They burn easily.
