Journal

A storm is coming. I love the feeling because I am in a good place mood-wise, I'm in transmit-mode. I washed the guest bed sheets just in case we have another visitor. The boiler is back on so they should be dry by tonight. I just marinated 3 bone-in split chicken breasts in Sriracha sauce, soy sauce, garlic whole cloves, ginger root unpeeled, and olive oil. They cost only six-dollars at Price Rite. It's expensive not to purchase it. I am still appreciating the clean house from when we had a visit from my brother last week. The snow has made everything beautiful this morning. It's like a dusting of confectioner's sugar. It whitened the cars but not the roads. Yesterday we salvaged our 80's Braun coffee machine for parts from the back up model in the basement next to the back up Viking toaster. We save everything for parts and over the years we have made use of them. Like George Washington's Axe It's hard to keep track of the originals. But this model I do remember was from my bio dad's MADMAN ad writing office in Mid-town. I broke the glass when loading it into the car at my sister-in-law's Natick Thanksgiving one year. I was so sentimental about it being a salvage from my bio dad that I sent away for a new glass canister. That's how I am with everything. Sentimental. Even scraps of paper. Oy!