This is all that’s left of my lasagne factory a couple weekends ago. These pans represent a meat (Italian sausage) and a veggie (spinach/patty-pan squash). Another meat version got demolished over the weekend.

I’ve done pretty well if I do say so myself. I *contributed* food to the North Country Trail work party but by the time I get up there on Friday, it sounds like most of the food will be gone and we’ll be eating out. That suits me just fine. I’m pretty dern bushed this week and it’s only Wednesday and my plan is to: 1) Finish off the few remaining leftovers here, 2) take a tuna bagel from Barry’s in for lunch tomorrow, 3) put any perishable veggies into the compost tomorrow night (they’re getting past their prime, onions and potatoes and things exempted), and 4) not cook again until, oh, about Monday night. If the GG wants to make coffee this weekend, he can knock himself out. It’s not that I don’t like to cook. I very much do. Just that the logistics of cooking in the Lyme Lounge in an area where there aren’t any farmer’s markets, let alone comprehensive up-scale grocery stores that I can *walk* to is kind of more than I feel like dealing with for the weekend. Do not get me wrong! Part of the Tahquamenon/Paradise area’s charm is it’s lack of such amenities (and there *are* stores and we *will* patronize them). And what the heck, Paradise happens to have an absolutely fabulous quilt fabric shop where I have spent many a hard-earned dollar back when I was quilting hoarding fabric. And there is a BREWERY up at the Upper Falls area of the State Park.

Oh man, there is a spider crawling all over my counter and up the outside of my shirt and whatever but now I have lost track of him. I am not categorically afraid of spiders but if it is something I don’t quiiiiite recognize, I’m just not sure. Like the BIG one I killed yesterday morning on the bathroom floor. I actually hate killing spiders but, uh, was it a brown recluse? Probably not but… The Commander *was* categorically afraid of spiders. When I was three and The Engineer was “on the way”, we took what we called The Long Trip (probably a week) and visited old Fin/Halliday relatives in Canada and our Sherman friends in the Niagara Falls area of New York. We spent our first night at a motel in North Bay on Lake Nipissing (yes, look it up) and I remember being ecstatic that the bathroom fixtures were PINK!!! I was three, remember! I did not remember the spider in the (pink) bathtub but The Commander did.

Spiders are everywhere, especially at the moomincabin and The Comm developed a way of dispatching them by grabbing a couple of layers of paper towels, squishing them, and throwing them in the garbage. I let a lot spiders live if they aren’t in my way (I do vacuum up their webs) but I used The Comm’s technique to dispatch that particular spider. I felt a wee bit of remorse for that but I got over it pretty quick. I don’t *ever* feel any remorse about killing biting flies or mo-skee-toes. Slap slap slap, zap! Oh, or ticks. Yick!

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