it'll be okay, zen time, and the ensuite

1 A day off but I'm up early and gone to a pre surgical screening appointment. The ladies working in the office are lovely and kind and the appointment is much shorter than expected. I'm in good shape and they don't expect any complications. (it's a woman thing!)
2 I sit in the car by the beach sipping my coffee and nibbling on a apple. I people watch for a while then it's time to get on with the day.
3 We putter around the house doing bits of this and that. Mr P has spent days working on the ensuite just for me. It's very spa like and feels  much bigger having been painted a lighter colour. He puts up towels bars, doors, a new shower head and makes it just perfect for me. (I think he realllly wants the other bathroom to himself!)

Monday monday, make a reservation please, and get your own space please

1 Mondays often have 'that' vibe to them, don't they? It's these comments that make me smile and wonder; it's too much or too little coffee, too early or too late for work, and last but not least;  the where in the heck did the weekend go!
2 The tea and coffee are hot but the air is cool and breezy. Once again spring showers, hail and wind are predicted and appear. After work I'm happy to sit on the deck in the sun even though it's still cool. Rain or shine that deck is reserved for us.
3 Mr P worked hard on the ensuite today. He put on the final coat of paint and just has the ceiling to touch up and baseboards.  I'm happy he's putting it together now. He says it's all for me but I suspect he just wants a bathroom to himself too.

painters, change it up, and a big pot

1 The paint brush and roller are our companions this afternoon. We finish a few more closet doors, and he paints the entertainment unit add on and I paint the infamous coffee table. It's now a lovely flat black and I think I'll keep it upstairs until I find the one that will work with a new sectional that I see in the future.
2 Mr P has chemical sensitivities so some paints are just plain vile for him. He puts on a respirator to paint the shelving in the furnace/storage room. I tried to help him out but the fumes overpowered me and even with breaks of fresh air I can feel a headache coming on. So he shoos me away to finish on his own and I go outside and plant some petunias for the hummingbirds.
3 Baba's Borstch  Both of my Baba's and my mom and her sisters, all loved making borstch. I learned why this was true from first hand experience. I fondly remember asking my Baba Androsoff for the recipe and she said she didn't have one written down but if I wanted to come over she'd teach me how to make her special recipe. We cooked, laughed and shared our love of cooking and of each other. This is one of the happiest memories of my childhood with my Baba. 

I am pleased to share it with you and hope you enjoy making and eating it too!

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