I am in Minnesota for a few weeks getting a new view. So I have left my camera back in Butte, so you will have to forgive the lack of photos. (That is the most interesting element I know.) I had taken pictures of my feet in Yaktracs so you all could see how I was getting around the icy streets of Butte. Instead just close your eyes and picture feet clad in a rubbery web of metal coils….keeps me from cracking my head open on the open ice rinks that were once roads in my new fair city.
We have had lots of white powdery even feathery snow before I left for MN, so I got my super long xc-skis out of the garage, dusted off the layer of sawdust from Keith’s kitchen project and headed out to the lovely golf course behind our house. My first winter sport experience in Butte and now I am hooked. I go to sleep thinking how I can get a ski in the next day. I sail (slowly, wobbly even) through blankets of pure white and feel peaceful and happy and, when it is all said and done, contentedly tired. Lucy loves the wide open spaces of the golf course and runs full speed as if she was racing the snow she kicks up next to her.
So our kitchen is torn asunder. Outdoor/Indoor carpet gone and old grimy cabinets pulled out and into the dumpster. Just the skeleton left, thanks to helpful engineering friends who like to talk about porosity and complex equations and other things I don’t understand. No kitchen means simple meals at home and a heavy reliance on the toaster oven, which can be coaxed into all sorts of uses: thawing, baking, roasting, heating a room for a dough rise, it’s magical. Or rather, it is a desperate attempt at a semblance of a home-cooked meal. I even made banana bread in the toaster oven. A bit dry and overbaked on the edges and gooey in the middle, but it will do. We also have the griddle, which is great for eggs, pancakes, quesadillas, sautéing vegetables. Fancy stuff.
No kitchen has sent me back to MN for a few weeks. My time away gives Keith a few moments to not hear me ask when the tile will be going down, and when are the cabinets going in. Well, I still ask from far away, but I don’t have to devise more toaster oven meals or sit and stare at the empty space that once was a kitchen. Plus, I get the added benefit of seeing family and my sweet nieces. AND my sister has a golf course across from her house, so I am back at the xc-skiing.
Groundhog day is today, and I am GLAD that the furry rodent saw his shadow because I want six more weeks of winter (well, aren’t I assured that just by living in Butte???). What is wrong with me??? Did I ever think I would say I wanted more cold and dismal? But when the snow is gone, no more skiing, no more snow shoeing, and I like this stuff. It is a nice break from a year of hard running. I guess by May I will feel differently, but for now this is white, powdery heaven.
I am including a recent photo Keith sent me from the beginning of the cabinet installation. I know you are waiting with baited breath for my cabinets to get installed. Just beside yourselves. Thanks for caring so deeply. Well, it is all I have photo wise. So take it or leave it. In the meantime, I am headed out for a day of skiing and family time.
We have had lots of white powdery even feathery snow before I left for MN, so I got my super long xc-skis out of the garage, dusted off the layer of sawdust from Keith’s kitchen project and headed out to the lovely golf course behind our house. My first winter sport experience in Butte and now I am hooked. I go to sleep thinking how I can get a ski in the next day. I sail (slowly, wobbly even) through blankets of pure white and feel peaceful and happy and, when it is all said and done, contentedly tired. Lucy loves the wide open spaces of the golf course and runs full speed as if she was racing the snow she kicks up next to her.
So our kitchen is torn asunder. Outdoor/Indoor carpet gone and old grimy cabinets pulled out and into the dumpster. Just the skeleton left, thanks to helpful engineering friends who like to talk about porosity and complex equations and other things I don’t understand. No kitchen means simple meals at home and a heavy reliance on the toaster oven, which can be coaxed into all sorts of uses: thawing, baking, roasting, heating a room for a dough rise, it’s magical. Or rather, it is a desperate attempt at a semblance of a home-cooked meal. I even made banana bread in the toaster oven. A bit dry and overbaked on the edges and gooey in the middle, but it will do. We also have the griddle, which is great for eggs, pancakes, quesadillas, sautéing vegetables. Fancy stuff.
No kitchen has sent me back to MN for a few weeks. My time away gives Keith a few moments to not hear me ask when the tile will be going down, and when are the cabinets going in. Well, I still ask from far away, but I don’t have to devise more toaster oven meals or sit and stare at the empty space that once was a kitchen. Plus, I get the added benefit of seeing family and my sweet nieces. AND my sister has a golf course across from her house, so I am back at the xc-skiing.
Groundhog day is today, and I am GLAD that the furry rodent saw his shadow because I want six more weeks of winter (well, aren’t I assured that just by living in Butte???). What is wrong with me??? Did I ever think I would say I wanted more cold and dismal? But when the snow is gone, no more skiing, no more snow shoeing, and I like this stuff. It is a nice break from a year of hard running. I guess by May I will feel differently, but for now this is white, powdery heaven.
I am including a recent photo Keith sent me from the beginning of the cabinet installation. I know you are waiting with baited breath for my cabinets to get installed. Just beside yourselves. Thanks for caring so deeply. Well, it is all I have photo wise. So take it or leave it. In the meantime, I am headed out for a day of skiing and family time.
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