We soldiered on at the Front Porch Library, preparing for our big tenth birthday. Soldiering on meant forcing ourselves out into the driveway blinking, having gassed ourselves with onion fumes. Only Mr. John remained at the stove (he wears glasses, which might have helped, or maybe he is just a tough customer).
We now have beaucoup de meat sauce on its way to freezing in our cold room, and a stack of decorative hang tags for our “Messages about the neighborhood” project.
We also baked banana bread–which we ate–so don’t expect it at the birthday bash.
A quiet, aromatic, productive day at the FPL.
