“And it was evening, and it was morning, a sixth day”
Well, Frigga’s Day has rolled around again, according to some. And some call it the first day of the week, and some call it the fifth day of the week. And more than a few call it the sixth day. I prefer Preparation Day, for this is the day we prepare.
Normally, Snook does most of the meal preparations for the upcoming holy day. I have been hankering for beef stew however, and spent the week marshaling the ingredients. We try to have a one pot meal prepared for that day which starts this night. Yeah, it is a bit confusing. But the idea is that if everything is prepared, the wimmen folk get sort of a break on the day of rest. But wimmen seem to have perfected the art of working at resting, so many of the preparations are a bust. But we try.
Annoying music blares from the puck to cheer up the budgie and aggravate the old fart. A brisk overcast norther shakes the trees bringing a chill around the windows with it, so I drag the little space heater over to warm my tootsies.
And so another morning unfolds in my little corner of cactus paradise …