Carrot Soup for Days

Happy Monday. Let the games begin.

If you look closely, you’ll see that Skelly has acquired the beginnings of a real legit spider web.

At this point, it’s just one thin string, but Skelly and I will take it … so long as it’s outside, not inside my unit.

No news from the office yet over payment for the $15 lightbulb, but it’s early in the game. If they’re efficient, I should hear from them sometime this week.

The lightbulb wasn’t the only thing that had to be replaced because, over the weekend my wall charger, portable charger and charging station all failed, had to be replaced.

Today, I had a craving for, of all things, carrot soup.

I remember many years ago, I was eating such a volume of carrots — raw, juiced, roasted, that my skin actually took on a jaundiced coloration, which turned me off of carrots for a while.

I didn’t stop eating carrots, just lowered my intake — no roasting, no juicing.

It wasn’t until today, when I tossed carrots into the crockpot to make carrot soup that I realized the carrot cravings are back because, last few days, I’ve also been eating quite a lot of raw and roasted carrots.

So long as I don’t juice it, maybe my skin won’t turn yellow this time.

It was after 30 minutes in the crockpot, when the carrots were ready for the emulsion blender, that I turned the blender on and …… nothing.

It was dead.

That’s a lightbulb, three different chargers, and now a kitchen appliance to fail in a few short days.

I had to switch to the countertop blender, which worked just as well.

Carrot Soup for Days

I even made a little loaf of gluten free Artisian Bread, from a boxed mix, to go along with the soup.

So long as the countertop blender keeps ticking, I see no need to replace the emersion one.

After telling Crafty Lady that I’d check into the Community Room this morning, pick up whatever it is she made for me, and then not showing up — as I’d planned all along, I’m beginning to feel a little guilty for ghosting her.

Hopefully, the message is beginning to sink in, she’ll swallow any hurt feelings being ghosted might have caused and, like Corporal Stitch in Heartbreak Ridge said, she’ll not "Go away mad. Just go away".

Tomorrow is No Pizza Tuesday, and I’ve decided not to close the blinds, hide from Kesha.

If she follows that plan to knock on doors and my door gets knocked on, I’ll let her in, tell her don’t take it personal but she and management have given me no reason to come to the Community Room.

She needs to hear it plainly said that, like Scary Mary commented "If they want people to come back to the community center for get togethers they're going to have to work for it".