Saturday, after lunch

[ksmith]

Happiness is unearthing BBQ'd beef from the freezer, then finding one has just enough pasta pesto salad in the fridge for a side dish. Also, learning that the really good brownies work so well with a glass of red.

Strange sky. I want to call it a "buttermilk sky" because that's what the overall color reminds me of--no visible blue, just a pale cream shade. But according to the internetz, "buttermilk sky" is something quite different, a sky peppered with patches of cloud. Kind of curdly.

I think my definition's better, and I will continue to use it amongst myself.

Pups are dozing. The weather is pleasant--70s, a tad humid. The storms missed me, at least for now. Kuro's back in my garage, all oiled and re-filtered and washed. No repair $urpri$e$. I will vacuum him later and install new floor mats because he's a good boy. Then I will feed the tomatoes.

I love putterdays. I live for putterdays.

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[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

Okay, that makes sense. I remember hearing that song "Buttermilk Sky" and wondering what was so special about a yellow, featureless sky.