It's another rainy Friday

I am still a big fan of Prince. A friend posted this on fb and so did I. It's a sound check for a show he did in Japan some time back. To me it epitomizes how talented he was. Prince playing "Summertime".

I am making a sweet potato soup. Got them chopped up and in the double boiler.  Then I will just add some sautéed onions and garlic and whir it up in my blender with some garam masala and pepper. Voila! It's enough for dinner and lunch tomorrow.  I am using up my veggies and other food that has been sitting on the verge of too long on the shelf.  Cooking mostly for one, I think I waste too much food so I am trying to be more thoughtful about what I buy and remembering to cook it up. I avoid canned stuff and use frozen veggies but sometimes it's hard to use up a head of lettuce or bok choy before it fades into ickiness or the potatoes sprout and try to climb out of the drawer. Soup is my favorite and keeps me from stuffing the landfill with what was  perfectly good food.  Later this afternoon two brown bananas will become banana bread.

In between I have the privilege and anxiety of writing a recommendation for a scholarship from our church for my eldest granddaughter. I know her so well and yet I find I don't know the details of many things she has done. She came over last night and we talked about her plans.  I have to say more than "give my lovely grandgirl money please." She plans to major in linguistics and learns languages easily. She went through grade school in a Spanish immersion class successfully and is currently taking the proficiency tests for that and French.

How to say that in a way that is meaningful? And since I am after all her grandmother, I feel hard data is necessary. I was employed at one time writing resumes and other applications for people and I have the weekend to finish it. I also worked as an editor but as many of you know editing your own productions is be tricky. I hope to send it out to a friend to proof and edit tonight.

Hope your weekend is good.

Time Passes

It just dawned on me today that I am a septuagenarian.  Have been for a few years. It sounds really old to me. At least I have some time until I am an octogenarian, I hope. You never know. And I am sort of in shock hearing the Purple One has died.  Prince was/is one of my favorites even though I am old enough to be his mother.  Some of my favorite fun times happened with his music playing in the background. He was also a favorite of my now in-their-forties sons.  I had tapes of his music that the kids walked off with, more than once until I quit replacing them.  Dearly beloved We are gathered here today . I'm sad.

These two grand-girls have turned 15. We used to call them the twins. It's the fair haired one's 15th birthday today and the dark haired one turned 15 a month ago. One referees sports events for younger kids and the other is a student medical assistant at high school games. They are both freshman. They are both hard workers. Both shy, one sings and is in the choir, the other won't sing but does her own version of stand-up comedy, loudly. They were attached at the hip and shared a room until they were about 8 and became not-friends.  They have only started speaking civilly to each other this year. I think it might be because they are old enough to have their own friends and their own vision of what their lives might be. Oh, and it can't hurt that no one calls them the twins anymore. They both have boy friends. OMG!




And so it begins...