Morning Glory from Mom’s trellis (digi cam is fixed! Hurray!)
Something about cloudy cold weather sets my internal clock back–Where 10 is 7 and a latte at 11, really doesn’t matter. It’s days like these where finishing a book, and beginning another really isn’t such a crime.
Dad, Fire and Grill, oh my.
As I sit here my dad’s running around the kitchen preparing potatoes au gratin, triangle tip and asparagus. For breakfast,.. er lunch. And oddly, I don’t feel guilty (but feel that I should). Really, and honestly, I do not feel like making anything. Which, ironically, makes my dad happy. (Emi in the kitchen equals one big mess.)
I really hope that cooking bug hits me soon because what I do feel guilty of at the moment is not having any motivation to make or do something to write about.
On another note, we, HBT
, have another show in little Tokyo tonight (9-10pm at 2nd St. Jazz). If your bored and just really need something to do, see you there.
Phone: (213) 680-0047
From this past Friday night’s show. Also at 2nd street Jazz.