Awful air, pollution jerky. Wore masks snitched from work, for the walk for groceries, which helped a bit. For it to be real help, we'd need respirators, or N95 masks. Those kinds of face-tight masks are rather miserable to wear. As were the gasmasks we had to carry with us, and occasionally don, during GWI. (Found I could sleep in it, as long as I didn't snore.) But today's masks are what I wear every day in the OR, so it felt very normal.
Keeping the house warm, today. Both of us tired of being cold, wearing on our nerves. Extreme dust abatement in the bedroom, vacuumed the rug bare. Laundering away. Not feeling like it at all, but it smells so much better. So lovely, to get working and have to take off the heavy sweater. A day's holiday from the cold, too much, too soon, too ugly.
We also got chocolate treats, one of those terrible temptations about Trader Joe's. Chocolate orange sticks for D, chocolate bing cherries for me. Momentary flashback to (aunt)Madeline's awful "chocolate" covered "cherries", the cheap kind with the brown wax enclosing bitter unidentifiable fluid around borderline rotting "cherries"- if, indeed, they were anything organic. Mostly learned to avoid them, or how to spit them out inconspicuously. For a long time, I thought I hated fruit with chocolate. Apparently, I hate BAD fruit in BAD chocolate.
Love GOOD Chocolate over GOOD cherries.
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You’ve just reminded me: I must go and get orange sticks in black chocolate from the handmade chocolate shop. They're expensive but I buy half a pound every Christmas. They never last long.
I also love Morello cherries in liqueur in a dark chocolate cover. Delicious. Also very expensive, but then it’s Christmas.
How can you live in a place where you have to wear face masks because of the pollution? Here the air is clear - except when there’s mist or it’s rains, which happens a lot - but there’s no pollution at all.
Mind you, there’s nothing much to pollute the air, just sheep and a herd of cows here and there. Actually, there’s nothing much of anything except grass. It’s Dullsville.
Friko,
It's where life has washed us up. After a point, there it's not much a matter of choice. This is where my work is, where D's only family, our only family, is.
Quality! Ja, Friko has the idea ... I just picked up a box of dark cherries in Asbach Uralt brandy covered in dark chocolate to share with friends over the holidays.
Yes, quality pays every time. As for the lack of it....I can still recall the taste and texture of some really grey and gritty chocolate liqueurs which the giver insisted on us sharing there and then.
My mother used to make her own chocolate-covered cherries at Christmastime, but when a neighbor offered the young me some store-bought ones, with their cough-syrup centers, I thought they were the most wonderful exotic treat.
My parents' taste was wasted on me--I longed for Froot Loops, comic books, and TV shows like "Star Trek":
all forbidden.
Now I like certain things from across the spectrum. I do not enjoy those waxy chocolates anymore, but I still occasionally make mac-and-cheez from a box.
Sorry about the air pollution! What are the contaminants?
PM 2.5s, ozone, this used to be called Smoky Valley. Car emissions, industry from Kennecott mine, fireplaces to a lesser extent.
Really best not to forbid children too much, they'll only want it more. Cough syrup, yes, that's what they were. Yuck, in both forms. I still have a soft spot for the odd, vacation, box of froot loops, eaten in the car. Nothing wrong with comic books. Not my thing, but an honorable interest.
We put the heat up when the grandparents of our kids come over, apart from that we don't change it from our normal 20C.
Phil,
That's a good temp. We turn it down at night. That day, we had it up a bit more.
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