We were in the process of cleaning all the carpets in the house, a Herculean task which is still not complete. Someone, long before CG came here, outfitted all this house with off white carpets. We are preparing for the home inspection. When that is done, I return to my own repairing/improving/maintenance, long overdue, but hopefully completed by August. I finally have the means and time for it.
Last night I pored over Italian cookbooks for Easter. I have decided on my traditional artichoke tart (very rich, sort of an artichoke quiche but wrapped in puff pastry), and possibly Easter bread baskets, made of sweet bread dough made into a little basket, with an Easter egg in the center. I am looking forward to Easter, though my religious observance will likely be at the Zen Center. The two churches I might like to go to, do not feel safe right now, but perhaps next year.
Thistle is at school, so I am going to write, paint, and walk in the woods, in that order.
My name is Joan McMillan and this blog is, as Emily Dickinson says, "my letter to the world." I am currently working on a nonfiction book about the murder of a young woman, Asha Veil, born Joanna Dragunowicz, and her unborn daughter, Anina, on September 9, 2006. My book is meant to honor her life and illuminate the need to create a safer world for women and children.
To read an excerpt from the book, please click on the following link:
ashaveilbook.blogspot.com
An excerpt from The Pleasure Palace, my romantic comedy, can be found here:
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