The bad news this week is that I broke the handle on the bathroom door after Carol told me not to pull too hard on it. I couldn’t figure out how not to do that. She says she is bummed she has to fix it. I apologized.
We were watching a cooking show and Carol saw a dish she said looked good. I thought she was suggesting I make it. I said I wouldn’t be comfortable chopping the vegetables. She said she meant for her to cook it. That reminded me of a goat cheese stuffed chicken breast recipe in a book at my ex, Donna’s. I asked her for the recipe. It does include some cut up sun dried tomatoes I can do that safely with a butter knife.
My new old tv series passion is Six Feet Under. Very fun, if dark, stories. Carol has the set. I am working my way through it impatiently.
The present moment is soft.