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FEELING DOMESTIC AGAIN

“Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.” –  Albert Camus

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This weekend Rob wanted pizza, so I made one.  After a summer of  eating pizzas – some good, some not so good, I finally perfected the crust, and Rob the sauce.  Now our pizza rivals even “New York Pizza Plus” and “I Love New York Pizza”!   Since the oven was on for the pizza, I whipped up a pumpkin bread.   I cleaned out the pumpkin this morning, washed the seeds, and stored three cups of pumpkin in the refrigerator. It only takes one cup of pumpkin to make pumpkin bread and two cups of pumpkin for a pie.  So far I have baked one pumpkin bread.  I can either make two more breads or one pie.  I guess the deciding factor will be whether or not the bread is any good. Then, while the oven was still warm, I decided to roast some chestnuts. While the chestnuts were roasting, I put the pumpkin seeds in a cast iron skillet with some olive oil and roasted them. What a delight those little seeds are when they are eaten warm.

Today, Fifi had her stitches removed and she was so very happy to get that Elizabethan collar off.  I was happy I could give her a bath! Louie got a bath as well, much to his chagrin!  Unfortunately, when Fifi had her surgery, the Vet found it necessary to shave the ear on the side of the surgery. Today, I shaved the other ear so they would both match.  When Fifi was just a pup, her ear hairs got so tangled with Spanish needles, we had to trim them and they never grew back.  I mentioned that to the vet and she said that is typical if a poodle is very young.   I hope the ear hairs will grow back some, now that they have been shaved.  It will take some getting use to, to look at Fifi with no hair on her ears.

Louie, on the other hand, has long hairs on his ears.  The last time he got a trim, we gave him a Mohawk along his back.  Next time I think I’ll shave it off.

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About Mme Jocelyne

Hi, I'm a transplanted northerner–(born and raised in New York to French immigrants–Oui je parle Francais)-living in Florida for 20 years. In the 70's I worked as a realtor in the Bronx – City Island to be exact. Then I started a family and didn't keep up my license. I aspired to a career in architecture, so I went to New York Institute of Technology for three years, moved to Florida and finished my degree at the University of Florida in Gainesville. After 10 years of working in my dream career I sustained an injury to my shoulder. This injury never healed because I was constantly on the computer doing cad design. I finally decided to make a career change – something where I could use my training as an architect. Needless to say, I was worried – where will the money come from? How will I be able to afford my career change? But, I put my faith in God and went for it. It’s the best move I ever made, other than my husband, children and dogs.

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  1. I love your writing. It is so descriptive…just like being there.

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