Moving along, with some bumps...
Oct. 10th, 2009 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpNatalie came over last night and we had a dinner of pork tenderloin (pre-marinated in some kind of apple-spice mixture), mashed yams, and sliced fresh cucumbers. After dinner, we spent some more time going through my late mother's papers, tracing her postcards to my grandmother over the course of August 1937.
I find the content of such notes is pretty ordinary, with a formulaic opening and closing, health advisories ("Make sure you stay clear of drafts" kind of remarks), and weather reports. There is hardly any room left for anything else. Still, I suppose these kinds of notes - the "tweets" of their time - were the kind of thing that people looked forward to receiving in those days.
Before retiring, we made a batch of new dough, which we divided into four loaves this morning and baked, with two loaves heading up toward the Westheimer area (i.e., home with Natalie) and the other two remaining here. The loaves managed to get baked without any scorching this time, and the approach works well also from the point of view of the limited refrigerator space we currently enjoy.
Natalie called a little while ago, and apparently, she's sick. She was calling to make sure we were okay, which we are. Galina will doubtless go over tomorrow to visit and fuss over our daughter. I will remain here to tackle the truly large pile of translations that I haven't done much about since yesterday morning.
Cheers...
I find the content of such notes is pretty ordinary, with a formulaic opening and closing, health advisories ("Make sure you stay clear of drafts" kind of remarks), and weather reports. There is hardly any room left for anything else. Still, I suppose these kinds of notes - the "tweets" of their time - were the kind of thing that people looked forward to receiving in those days.
Before retiring, we made a batch of new dough, which we divided into four loaves this morning and baked, with two loaves heading up toward the Westheimer area (i.e., home with Natalie) and the other two remaining here. The loaves managed to get baked without any scorching this time, and the approach works well also from the point of view of the limited refrigerator space we currently enjoy.
Natalie called a little while ago, and apparently, she's sick. She was calling to make sure we were okay, which we are. Galina will doubtless go over tomorrow to visit and fuss over our daughter. I will remain here to tackle the truly large pile of translations that I haven't done much about since yesterday morning.
Cheers...
