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.

Comments

[e-moon60.livejournal.com]

With so little real buttermilk around (that is, homemade buttermilk from home-churned butter) I'll bet there are many different sky patterns called "buttermilk." I remember seeing buttermilk after butter was churned (not in an old-fashioned churn like my mother used, but in a gallon-glass-jar churn with a hand crank)...and even then, it would probably look different depending on whether it was made from Jersey milk/cream or Holstein milk/cream. (If there's a heaven and I get there, it will have Jersey cream to spoon on warm apple pie...)