I took this photo on the evening of New Year's Day last year at Gardening Daughter's home. I could have used some of this pretty, warm wood fire last night since my cold has reactivated itself -- or I have a entirely new affliction. Bah!! I can't seem to get warm, despite the consumption of hot beverages and wearing both a sweatshirt and a sweater with my warmest jeans.
I had been invited by Gardening Daughter's husband to join the family for a traditional black-eyed peas and cornbread supper, but rather than spread germs, I stayed at home and nursed myself with a big bowl of extra-spicy chili con carne. In the making of the chili, I used some of my hot New Mexico chile powder to stoke up the heat a bit, which I hope will be effective in relieving some of my symptoms. I absolutely believe in the germ theory of disease, and I was in the company of several folks who had colds earlier this week. I should have known those pesky critters would take up residence in my airways (the germs, not the folks.)
While under self-imposed house arrest, I did manage to get a number of necessary chores accomplished, such as finally clearing away all the Christmas wrapping paper, tape and ribbons from the kitchen table (the largest flat surface I have). It's nice to see a clear table top again. In addition to making the pot of chili, I also employed my bread machine to turn out a loaf of Portugese White Bread, which will make dandy toast to have with my tea this morning.
Although I'm not gainfully employed anymore, I think it must be nice for a legal holiday to fall on a Friday, thus giving most folks a three-day weekend.
New Year's Day is also my baby sister's birthday. Her husband always makes it an extra special day, and I know that both of their children were there to celebrate the day with her; I wish I could have been there, too.
More, later.
