Later than afternoon, walking along the beach at low-tide, Gail told me that Robin had served a delicious cold cucumber soup from my cook book. Since I'm doing so little cooking these days, just thought I'd mentioned it.
Friday, August 3, 2012
August 3. Sushi. Walk on Beach. Eggs with smoked salmon, onions and corn.
Many chores and errands. I'd lost one of those little pads on my bargain glasses from Hanoi. I'd thought I could live without it until I noted the unprotected metal hinge was beginning to dig a serious hole into the bridge of my nose. After yoga, stopped at Lenscrafters. They would give me a new one, but it would take about 45 minutes to an hour. No choice but to get a little lunch in downtown Santa Monica. So many restaurants, so few calling my name. Ended up with a little sushi in the food court. Then next door to Lenscrafters, a quick stop with my $10 gift certificate at Sur La Table where I once again felt stymied by the multitude of items. Decided on a paring knife--as my knives are never as sharp as I might wish, picked up my well-repaired glasses next door, and headed home.
Later than afternoon, walking along the beach at low-tide, Gail told me that Robin had served a delicious cold cucumber soup from my cook book. Since I'm doing so little cooking these days, just thought I'd mentioned it.
Later than afternoon, walking along the beach at low-tide, Gail told me that Robin had served a delicious cold cucumber soup from my cook book. Since I'm doing so little cooking these days, just thought I'd mentioned it.
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