I am sitting at my desk, listening to
The Intimate Ella Fitzgerald, which always puts me in mind of autumn weather and the coming of winter, wearing a sweater because they have the A/C cranked too high today, and drinking apple cinnamon tea. Intellectually I know it's going to be 95 degrees and disgusting when I walk out the front door in an hour
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Autumn is my favorite time of year, hands down. The changing leaves, the perfect temperature, it is just is the best time.
Tonight I grilled zucchini and cherry tomatoes that I got from a mom at church along with yellow peppers and red onion I got at the farmer's market. I served it over pasta with fresh garlic, olive oil, and spinach. It was divine; and the first time I've cooked since my surgery. It was the best of summer on a plate. I need to get new basil ::frown:: my lovely plant died this week since no one bothers to water it but me and while I was incapacited it died a horrible, painful death.
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While I know that Ella Fitzgerald was a genius...hands down, a genius...she makes me so sad! I can't do that to myself. It's like listening to Johnny Cash! I like my wrists the way they are, thanks.
I do confess to having awful taste in music, tho. ::shrugs:: I suppose it goes with my lack of love of dark chocolate???
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