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It’s Not Just for Dessert Anymore
Last Sunday after Mass we stopped for breakfast at Steak ‘n Shake Restaurant, which is right next door to the church. It’s quick and inexpensive – darnright cheap, in fact – and isn’t half bad. Anyway, we began looking at our menus, and suddenly I saw the placard on the table which read Breakfast Shakes – Solving the breakfast problem. First of all, I didn’t really realize that breakfast was such a problem. Maybe it isn’t for me because I’m retired. Perhaps working people begin stressing about the problem of breakfast the night before. Maybe it even keeps some people awake. But Steak ‘n Shake has your back. You can have cereal and milk all in one beverage. Oh, and don’t forget the ice cream. Because you see, it’s a breakfast milk shake: milk, Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, and ice cream. Breakfast of champions…..

It frankly didn’t even sound remotely good to me. However, the peppermint shake with chocolate chips did. I will return sometime before the holidays are over and the peppermint shakes are gone until next year.

Binge
I rarely binge-watch a television program. That isn’t to say that I won’t sit down and watch several programs in a row in the afternoon while I’m crocheting. But I usually like to hop around. But the other day, I sat down to watch Season 3 of Broadchurch, the gripping Netflix mystery that takes place in a little seaside town in England. Each season, there is one mystery that the two detectives solve over the course of eight episodes. This season it was a violent rape of one of the citizens of the small town. I literally sat on my chair and watched all eight episodes in a row. I simply had to find out who was guilty of the crime. As in Seasons 1 and 2, the solution was a total surprise. I won’t give it away, but I recommend this program. Just make sure you have enough time in your day!

It Isn’t Ugly; It’s Just Seasonal
I got a telephone call the other day from Adelaide. Nana, she said, Sunday is our annual Ugly Christmas Sweater Day with our youth group. Can Alastair and Dagny and I borrow one of your Christmas sweaters? You might remember that they borrowed sweaters last year for the same purpose. I agreed, managing not to be insulted by the request. The truth is, I went through a period where I bought a new Christmas sweater every year, and the more garish it was, the better I liked it. So the two girls came over later and selected their sweaters, choosing one of my sweaters for their brother. They returned them on Tuesday, and proudly informed me that Dagny won the prize for the ugliest sweater. I admit I teared up; maybe it was from pride but maybe it was from embarrassment.

Open For Business
One of the new pieces of furniture I bought for our family room was a coffee table. Our old table didn’t work with the new colors. I selected one that not only had storage on the bottom, but opened up to be a table. I envisioned times when I would work at my computer while watching television. In fact, it’s Cole who broke it in earlier this week, using it as his lunch table as he watched Boss Baby……

Ciao.

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Poopypants

Professor Poopypants

Last week I made a promise to Kaiya that I would take her and her sister and brother to a movie this week. So Tuesday I texted her and asked if she would prefer to see Captain Underpants or Despicable Me 3. (I haven’t seen Despicable Me 1 or Despicable Me 2 – presuming there are such things — but I didn’t figure it would be too hard to catch up with the plot.) Kaiya’s response was that she would like to see DM III but that Mylee would like to see Captain Underpants.  CU has been out longer, it was in the cheap theater, so the answer was a no-brainer. Captain Underpants it was. Meanwhile, I got a text from Addie asking if she and Dagny could come over and hang out. I explained our plans, and invited them to come along. Yay. It was a party. Movie with popcorn and sodas all around. Well, not me because my diet precludes popcorn. Sigh. Anyway, the movie was just okay (though I did laugh out loud at times), but if anyone knows a pre-teenager boy, attendance is a must. The villain’s name was Professor Peepee Diarrheastein Poopypants. Need I say more?

Pet Patrol
I got a phone call from Addie yesterday, confirming that I was going to care for Biscuit while she’s gone. Remember Biscuit-the-Guinea-Pig?……

So I scootered over to get my care instructions, which seem quite complex. At what point during the feeding process does Biscuit chomp down on my finger, I asked Adelaide. She assured me that wasn’t going to happen. I was satisfied with my instructions and was getting ready to leave when Addie asked Maggie Faith, “Do you want Nana to take care of Leah while we’re gone?” Leah? Of course, Maggie said yes, and I met the hermit crab that I didn’t know existed. Frankly, the instructions for Leah seem much more complicated than those for Biscuit, but perhaps that’s because I was getting them from a 9-year-old. Anyway, say a couple of prayers to St. Francis that Biscuit and Leah make it through the next few days.

Bountiful Harvest
That’s an exaggeration. My harvest is far from bountiful. Still, I am eating grape tomatoes from my garden, and have picked a couple of red Big Boy tomatoes, mostly to keep them from the wild life that have taken up residence in our back yard. But my most beautiful harvest to date has been my Swiss chard…..

Between that and my tomatoes, I’m enjoying summer goodness…..

Binging

DS Alec Hardy and DI Ellie Miller, who live in Broadchurch, England. Did you ever see two crabbier looking people?

Yesterday I read a blog that I follow, and learned about a program she was watching called Broadchurch. It’s on Netflix, and is a detective series filmed in Great Britain. I watch so many of those that I get the plots all mixed up. This one is darker than my other current favorite, Father Brown. Anyway, I watched the first episode, and by time I looked up, I had watched six full episodes. I think I took a break for lunch, because I have a vague recollection of eating pho. But the story (which is told over the eight episodes that make up season 1) is compelling. Can’t-Stop-Watching compelling. Word of warning: don’t do what I did and look it up on Wikipedia because for reasons I can’t quite explain, they tell you who the murderer is, something the viewer doesn’t find out until Episode 8. So now I am paying special attention to one particular character, knowing that character is the killer. But the show is incredible, if somewhat broody.

Ciao!