A Cold Dawn Arriving

I awoke around 1am and walked all the way to the end of Spring Road which took about three hours and is about a six mile walk. Maggie accompanied me tethered to her leash and was still rearing to go when we finally arrived home at my driveway. She is like the energizer bunny and just keeps going and going. I wish I had her energy.

It was really cold this morning and I wasn’t prepared for the cold, stark reality that greeted me around mile three and the point of return with three miles to go ahead of me. I was uncomfortably cold and clammy. I started to walk faster to get my blood flowing and my heart beating faster. I pulled my collar up, thrust my hands in my coat pockets, and soldiered on. I could feel the warmth of my exertions coarse through my veins and my face felt flush, buffeted by the cold air.

I arrived home around 4am and got a hearty breakfast started. I fried some breakfast ham and made a pan of steamy, buttery, homemade buttermilk biscuits. Making southern style biscuits is a fine art in cooking I have learned. You don’t want to knead the dough too much or the biscuits will get tough and not flaky and tender. George’s mom taught me this technique and it has served me well. She will knead the dough just enough to mix the ingredients and then cut the biscuits with an old tomato paste can with both ends opened up. I have watched her do this countless times and she makes a pan of biscuits that will just melt in your mouth they are so tender and fluffy.

I have guests staying at the house with me this weekend. Two friends of my father’s have come from Gainesville, Florida to hunt turkey on our land we own. They are a quiet bunch and I hardly know they are here except for the occasional creaking of the floor as they walk around upstairs. Yesterday morning they got up at 5am to head out for yesterday’s hunting trip. These two men take this ritual very seriously. I never could get into hunting and certainly wouldn’t be heading out to the woods at 5am to do so. My grandfather was an avid hunter, but he died before I was born. I guess if he would have lived, he would have taken me with him on his trips and I would have grown to enjoy and like it. I do so enjoy fishing in the summer though.

I don’t have much planned for today. Saturday’s are usually spent writing and working on my novel while I watch the many cooking shows on Public Broadcasting that come on after lunch. I especially enjoy America’s Test Kitchen and have learned some wonderful recipes watching that show. They have cooking down to an exact science. Just don’t sign up for recipes on their website though or you will get constant spam in your inbox and numerous telemarketing calls on your telephone. That soured my feelings and relationship towards them. I still enjoy the television show though.

Well, this is my most boring post ever. I just felt like rambling and posts like these are fun and casual to write for me and I don’t have to put much thought into them. I hope you all have a grand weekend and hope to get up some more interesting writing material about the gang mid-afternoon. I was going to take Ferret to the Social Security office, but realized they are closed on the weekend. That will have to wait until Monday. Hopefully, I can get Ferret sobered up enough that is won’t be readily apparent he is lush these days when we talk to a representative. Good day.