When I was at my mother's last weekend, I took a pound of hamburger out of her freezer and put it in the fridge to thaw out. As you well know, that is the best way to thaw out something.
I didn't have time over the weekend and into this week to do anything with the beef, so I brought it back with me yesterday. This evening, Patricia took the hamburger and the new potatoes I brought back with me, and made what has to be the best shepherd's pie in the history of the free world.
I'm not kidding. I had two platefuls. She reported that the beef was dry and had very little fat, and that was apparent in the taste. God, I enjoyed this dinner.
Tomorrow Patricia is participating in a pot luck lunch at her work. I will be grabbing a big chunk of the shepherd's pie. You can drop by my office around noon time on Thursday and see what I will be eating with gusto. Which is to say, I will be eating it with gusto. If you want to look at the shepherd's pie with gusto, I have no control over that. You still can't have any.
I was looking at a youtube video this evening that explained how to replace an outdoor light fixture. It looked straightforward enough. The light over my mother's front door is in dire need of replacement. I am sure it is native to the house, which makes it over 50 years old. Given how it looked when I ripped it apart on Monday, I'm surprised it has lasted this long. I think it did because nobody touched it for many years, and that the light was seldom used. I have been using the light lately, leaving it on day and night until it finally burned out. I think I will have to add a new light, and relatively soon.
The video made it look like a simple, nearly trivial, task. But as I pointed out here a few years ago, there is no set of instructions written so clearly that I cannot misinterpret them. You may doubt me on this statement, but it is a fact. I can't for the life of me make any sense out of pictographs. Most written instructions are written by people whose first language is not English, and probably not their second language either. Maybe the fourth or fifth. At any rate, it is a waste of my time and life force to use written instructions for any reasonable purpose. It is as if the English words in the manual fall apart and recombine to form syllables. Those syllables coalesce into "words", but not words that are in any language I'm used to. You understand.
Youtube is more my speed. But I am so skittish about farting around with electricity that I will probably yet hire someone to install the new fixture for me, once I go out and buy one that is. Sometimes I think that Patricia wants me to try to install it anyway, at least after I have added her name to the deed to my house. Does she really love me?
Long day. Guess I'll turn in. Newbie is looking at his watch and tapping his paw on the floor. He will get that exasperated look shortly, and then watch out.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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