Cake talk. . . . . . . . . . . .

What to do following a lightning strike while awaiting the cable guy and

 telephone repairman. . . . . . .  because no matter what, you know if they are

 scheduled between 8 AM and 6 PM, they will always come later in the day! 

With our television fried, our land line phone killed, and the Internet

 zapped, I had time Wednesday to bake, yum!

A fresh raspberry buttermilk cake and lemon zucchini muffins to

share with my neighbors. . . . .and for us to enjoy during our downtime.

Off soon to buy a new TV and phone, grrrrrrrrrrr!

Throwaway world. . . . . .

Staying home today and doing a little 'housekeeping' here on my MacBook. Have had several issues with the printers we use and a techie came by yesterday, braving the bad roads at the end of the ice storm, and worked on things for a while. We are useless when it comes to computer issues. I'm able to print again on both our b/w Laserjet and the 4-in-1 Photosmart, but for some reason we still cannot get the Scan feature to work which is most frustrating. The HP Photosmart is only about 18 months old and should last longer than that, but he thinks something could be broken and we may want to replace it as repairs would cost almost as much as a new model!

Electronics are apparently now classed as throwaways rather than repairable items - from computer to microwave oven to the lowly toaster. Thoughts of horrific mountains of household detritus covering the landscape, or simmering underground in coming centuries, scares the hell out of me!  That amazing book by Juman Malouf which I wrote about here - The Trilogy of Two - is set in a futuristic world which has been buried under trash, really makes one stop and ponder the horror we are producing in this now throwaway society.

So, this morning I took a lovely photo featuring old stuff. Roses made from old paper mixed with real roses I have dried. Vintage silver vessel. . . . . .I love it unpolished, taking on this dark mysterious shade of charcoal. Tiny French vintage glasses. China, always loved when crazed, chipped, stained, no matter - still pretty stacked or standing, usable, lovely to look at. To think all this could be in the landfill breaks my heart.