I'm having my blind squirrel moment. I have miraculously managed to find the nut I needed, through sheer dumb luck. I can't take credit for the discovery. The first time, months ago, I tried to access my iTunes library on my new laptop, all I could retrieve was the songs I purchased digitally through the iTunes store. That represents an aggregate of a few hours' worth of music, a tiny fraction of what I own. I have over eight days of music on my old Model T desktop upstairs, and I have been stumped on how to transfer it over. I was missing something obvious, I knew it. But I was stuck. Yesterday, I updated iTunes, like you do, and tonight I tried opening it and poking around again. There it was, a little box with the words "Anne's library" in it. And it was that easy. I am both celebrating, and feeling incredibly old and stupid for not finding it before Christmas. At least it's done before my Party in the Park this weekend.
I needed a very productive day, and saints be praised, I got one. I leapt out of bed, which I never do, and got myself outside, behind a lawn mower, while it was still cool enough to mow the entire Park in one go. Or it would have been the whole thing, if I hadn't run out of gas halfway through the front. I should be doing more inside, but every few minutes I find myself inexorably pulled back through the door, wanting to hang out on the deck. I keep adding to it, playing with the little details until it is just so. I can't leave it alone. Today I moved around the solar LED lights I already had, and added the string of colored twinkle lights I had draped across the mantle last Christmas (in lieu of a tree). Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
I either made a great mistake, or fortuitously stumbled on the most brilliant inspiration for a menu today. I watched Cooking Channel at the same time my friends were texting me, asking what they should bring. Things might get out of hand. Over the next few days, I will be making homemade hummus, to be served with the garlic lemon olive oil I just left marinating in a mason jar. For reference, I recorded the show where the lady made fresh basil mayonnaise, and now we will have that to accompany grilled artichokes. I'm probably going to try out the gluten free shortbread cookies made with almond flour. Every time I turn around, I think of something else I want to make. I am the living embodiment of the South Park episode "Creme Fraiche." I'm every bit as easily influenced as Randy, who watches cooking shows like they're porn. I am doomed.
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