More Shrooms

Yesterday’s dog walk was cancelled. It was just too, too nasty outside. The only good about a day like yesterday, is the sound of the rain on the roof and the glorious feeling of coziness I get when I come in from walking Sheba and after fetching wood for the fire.

I went to my postal box, and still no books. There’s full staff here in our office, so I reckon the problem is in the distribution centres that are located in large cities, and with Amazon itself. Covid has brought millions more to online shopping, so I’m not at all surprised that during the holiday season, both organizations are overwhelmed.

My God, the rain—the wetness and the sound of it on the roof—deters Her Highness. She is more than content to curl up on the sofa. As for me, my new reading corner is a hit with my back. 

After a little reading, I decided to try my hand at making meringue Chanterelle mushrooms. I was satisfied with the results, but I wish I had a steadier hand. I was trembling the entire time I was piping them onto the parchment. Once done, I thought I’d try my hand at some Amanitas. That didn’t go so well. I ran out of red food colouring, so they’re pink not red. And the stems are too short because I was running out of meringue. But you get the idea. Next time, I’ll do better.

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I called about my free Covid relief payment, and I am really glad I did. I hadn’t received a confirmation number and was justifiably suspicious. I called the government help line, waited on hold forever and reapplied—this time getting a confirmation number. Hooray! Five hundred free dollars are on their way to me.

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Tonight, I’m going to Eoin and François’ place with Jay to celebrate Senior’s NYE. We’re having our Champagne at nine, not midnight. I haven’t seen midnight for a decade.