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perfection is a relative sort of absolute
July 23, 2008
Some would say that this is a perfect day�cloudless blue sky, low humidity, vivid sunshine, and a temperature in the high seventies. And I cannot deny that it is lovely outside. But?
Me, I wish it was a just a little hotter. I must be getting old, because it feels a teensy bit cold for the pool right now. But I really wanted to swim. And the water temp is fine--it's chilly when out.
I stole some swim time after I got my cake in the oven--another potluck tomorrow (ye gods--do they ever stop with the dang potlucking?) and by popular demand, I'm bringing another pineapple upside-down cake. Since it has to bake for a good 45 minutes, what the heck--I took a delicious half-hour swim.
Now, though, I'm afraid I'm going to cut this thing short again. Once you whip up a cake, you have to deal with a sinkful of dirty dishes.
But if anybody wants to drool over my succulent retro-fifties dessert,
here it is.
Reading: It�s still AggieFest '08, with "The Man in the Brown Suit". No series detective in this one. And I seem to recall one of her short stories had a similar, if not identical, core plot.
Beading: On Hiatus.
Surfing: Photoshop Disasters,like yesterday�s �cake wrecks�, it appeals to my inner geeky judgmental perfectionist.
Listening: "Brigadoon", 1991 London studio recording. Still listening, re-learning all the words by heart, and amazed at how many I remember, though I haven�t really listened to the show for years.
At Random: click here
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