Food

I took the chicken & Alfredo sauce from Amy's & brought it home. She told me I could have it. So, it was really thick. I thinned it out with some milk, heated it up & put some linguine with it. I like linguine a lot better than fettucine, but can never remember "linguine." When I send Don to the store I tell him I don't want fettucine, but the one thinner than that. He'll tell me linguine & the next time I want linguine, I can't remember it. I think I must have a mental block where that's concerned. I had to stop & think when I started typing this. Nick really liked Amy's Alfredo sauce, but I noticed he still put a lot of ranch dressing on it. At least it wasn't catsup. Mother puts catsup on everything, shudder.

I went to Ogden this weekend to a scrapbooking seminar. It started Friday evening, but I was too tired to drive down after spending Thursday night in the sleep lab with Mother at Logan Regional Hospital. I kept falling asleep at work on Friday & then at the computer Friday night. I went to bed at 8:30 p.m. Friday & woke up at 9 a.m. Saturday morning. I left as soon as I took my meds because Nick was obsessing about something & I wanted OUT of here.

I still had trouble staying awake while I was driving. I stopped in Dry Basin in Sardine Canyon, & got out & walked around. I stopped at Wal-Mart in Brigham City. I got to the checkout stand & couldn't find my money. I had stopped at the bank & withdrew $50. I thought that would give me enough to buy gas, some goodies & still give me $20 to spend at the vendor booths at the seminar. Anyway, no money. That gave me an adrenalin rush & woke me right up.

I called home & no one could find my money. I know it's in the house somewhere. I had paid DUP dues from the money the camp members had given me. I kept $77 & hadn't taken care of it Friday. It was still in the car. Whew. There was one check for $22 & the rest, $55, was in cash. I've been spending that. I'll have to replace it when I find my money.

While I was gone, Don-Mike fixed the "green baize" door. I thought they were going to get a "real" door, but they didn't. Don-Mike took a piece of plywood & put hinges on it & a handle several months ago. He also lined the inside of this makeshift door with a green piece of fleece & a piece of a blue blanket. The door that separated the staff from the family in Victorian England's big houses was lined with a fabric called baize to keep the sounds of the kitchens & behind the scenes activities from filtering out to the "family." Baize typically came in green, so it was called the green baize door.

Don-Mike took a handle & fixed it so that the door latches. There is still a crack that you can see out, so Don said they'd take some cloth or plastic & put it down that seam on the outside of the door. I have a roll of plastic that has been laying in the doorway between the kitchen & the front room for a couple of years. Yes, I said years.