Yesterday was busy. After talking to Susie on Friday and being told why my muffins have always been tough and heavy (over mixing), I made a batch of banana nut muffins. They were the best muffins I have ever made. I saved the recipe to Pinterest. Kept three for myself and gave the other nine to the new neighbors.
For dinner I made chicken with stuffing, instant mashed potatoes, gravy and corn. After popping the chicken in the oven, Bandit and I went for a walk on Taintor Road then filled up ten gallons of water from the spring. Gave most of it to the new neighbors next door. I feel bad that they are here on their own trying to make the house livable before bringing the family here from Arizona. Ben told me he has been trying to adopt his daughter for years and that it had just been finalized. Also found out his mom lives in Turtle Point.
Went to give the feral cats a bit of the chicken, slammed my finger in the door and cut it almost down to the bone. Sat on the couch with a paper towel pressed on it for about ten minutes to stop the bleeding. Cried so hard Bandit started howling in sympathy. Was afraid to get my finger wet, so all those dishes are waiting for me to figure out how to wash them with my left hand. Bumped it this morning and it's a number 3 on the pain scale. Probably should have gotten stitches. *sigh*
Made French vanilla coffee this morning remembering Sunday mornings with Mom. She had a way of making the ordinary special. I miss her every day.
Today I'm taking Bandit for a nice hike after we get gas at the Reservation. Not sure where we'll go just yet, but probably will end up at Marilla Reservoir. Weather channel is predicting a high of 45 so I want to take advantage of the warmth. Might even make it up to Kinzua Bridge State Park this week.
Guess I'll have some breakfast and do a few chores while I wait for CBS Sunday Morning to start. Killing time until the outside temp is tolerable.
Toodles.
