When my sisters left for Calgary, I changed bedrooms. Now I have an attic room with 10 foot high walls, a gabled roof, two sky-lights, a pine armoire, chest of drawers and vanity. The full bath right off of my bedroom is spacious and has its own white-six drawer. Not just six drawers, but six empty drawers. Delicious, I thought. A score for me. Living on the third floor means that someone really has to want to see me to get to my bedroom.
Today I discovered that if I don’t want to run up and down those stairs all day as I have been doing, I have to pack a bag, just like I am leaving home. With everything I will need for the day, I am only going down to the main floor where the kitchen and living room are situated. The only thing I don’t have to take along with me is my Oyster Pass, it seems.
Someone else’s kitchen is fun. We have six burners and five pots, so no matter how excited I get about making food, I can’t fill all of the burners with pots. I have never used gas before – so I am intimidated a bit and it took two lessons to figure out how to get that burner fired up without letting too much gas escape.
This is a sugarless and flourless house so I don’t think about making cakes or squares. Just fruit, vegetables and meat. How is that for healthy!
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