Sunday Afternoon Pie

We are going through the February thaw and I am loving it. The temperatures today may even get up to the low 50's!! I don't plan to go anywhere today but the point I could, if I so desired, and not freeze my stones off plus I am feeling healthy enough to go out forging. So hopefully tomorrow I'll be up bright and early and train into work/volunteer and the start of being back on my routine.

Today I have the heat turned up and I want to bake a pie—a fine apple pie and maybe BBQ some hamburgers—that would be very good for a cool, wet Sunday—BUT ITS THE THAW!! The snow is gone, it raining in the valleys and dumping snow in the mountains, the way it supposed to be. It already nearly the middle of February which means to be the days of the great snows are now a thing of the past till next year. So, even if the gods decree there be more snow, the snow will not stick around, the hours of daylight are just too long and the Earth is tipping backup on it's axis so the sunlight is hitting us more direct and getting more so with each day—I am easily excited.

Its been a quiet day. I have spent a large part fretting over an apple pie I am helping make. I have found I often get an urge to do something, and I want to do something and I may even get starting on the project, often maybe the most difficult part of the project then have others finish the project, Like this apple pie. Earlier this week when Dianne went to the market I had her pick up a bag of green apples, nice tart apples perfect for an apple pie. I thought doing the pie yesterday but we just ran out of time—but today I really wanted have an apple pie for desert after dinner. So, late in the day about 3:00 pm I started cutting up the apples getting ready to mix. I cut up 8 apples, really quite a project for me but I got them done and in water, the rest of the clan took naps and I listened to NPR. They woke as I came in to finish this posting. It sounds like a pie is now coming together—again I am excited.

Dianne is tearing butcher ramp to roll out the pie crust and I bet will soon be throwing the sugar and cinnamon on to the apples, mix the up and dump them into pie dish. We are having hamburgers for dinner. Dianne just got back from Big 5 to get a bottle propane to do the burger with—I am so excited.

I admire folks who can take naps, folks who can take naps with gusto. My wife can do that, when I try to do that, take a nap I wake up a very growly bear, I often feel worse then when I went down for the nap. If I am lucky, or those round me, I do begin to feel better one I wake up. I don't feel the short bit sleep is worth the trauma of waking. I gotta and over see the project and get bragging rights for a Sunday afternoon pie.