I have wrestled with how I will do many jobs alone that I used to do with Ken. One is emptying the compost toilet. I would prefer NOT to have to ask for help on this one. People helped me with the full barrels twice. And a friend helped me when he untangled my pulley with brake. Today I worked with a half full barrel. I did this alone. I am happy
Ken left me some sourdough starter. I had baked bread with commercial yeast several decades ago, but never sourdough. Sylvia kindly showed me her method of baking with sourdough, and I have been experimenting. Yesterday I tried a new recipe with rye. My tasters approved!
Yesterday was Ken’s Memorial Service. After hearing Ken say frequently after a funeral, “That minister (priest) didn’t even know …. (fill in name of deceased).” Like writing his obituary, I decided to take on the planning for the service. I have a tendency to be that little red hen in the children’s story. First I realized an open air setting would be best, but I wanted a shelter in case of rain. Then I …
