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12/04/2003 Archived Entry: "CHEF REPORTS and so on"

CHEF REPORTS and so on

The chef from the Midland and I talk occasionally while she is driving back to Abilene late at night. The conversations are constantly interrupted because of "dead spots" along the way. She's getting to know where they all are now and she'll say..."dead spot coming up", and sure enough, in a few minutes there is silence. Annoying silence when you're mid-sentence in a thought.

She had another good night last night with several groups of parties. Many are people she knows and is so glad to see them all again after a long dry spell. She's meeting new regulars too and glad to see the locals start to come in and eat. She's really enjoying being there.

I had a meeting last night and the afternoon report was that about everyone would be able to attend. A few hours later, there were several down with the flu. The real kind...coughs, chest congestion, fevers, aches, etc. There are going to be a lot of really sick people this winter with the flu...and a substanial number of deaths, they say. I have family members who smoke and the flu really hits them hard. Only they can do something about that.

Todd and I are exchanging some of our diet food items...I can't eat another Vienna sausage if my life depended on it and he feels the same way about Egg Beaters. We're swapping.

My friend who has lost so much weight since August is also on South Beach, she adds, "very loosely". It seems to work for her. Todd has lost some pounds, but our scales don't work so I don't know. I'm encouraged and have no choice in the matter but to continue. At least I feel good and am not hungry all the time. I just want a big hunk of good bread toasted and slathered with butter. Just a small request.

Today I need to gather some evergreen branches for my chair-tree that is on the hearth. And I seem to be missing a little wood bird that was perched on the limb above the bird house. Brit can't remember there being a bird. He may be right. It's a strange little Christmas-like tree...a bird house in the woods on a stick chair. Works for me.

Time to move on...it will be another busy day.