Whenever I wear torn clothing I run into a public official. It happened again today. I ran into the mayor in the park while walking my dog. I quickly took off my battered gray sweatshirt and stuffed it into my bag. That'll teach me, I thought but perhaps I should use this to my advantage and wear torn clothes when I need to speak to a public official.
My acorn and butternut squashes are crying out to be roasted. My dough for spinach pie is nearly exhausted as I have postponed the baking for three days.
So instead I am making Sicilian sausage bread using my dough and pepperoni and Pepper "Monterey" Jack cheese, I know, not really the same. We'll have the spinach on the side.
I chopped and seeded the acorn and butternut squashes given to me on Saturday and they will roast in the oven next with the seeds taken out and roasted too. The seeds are the best part.
Someone has parked in front of my garage and my neighbor's garage. The wonders never cease. As I tell people, this neighborhood is never dull.
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