Have been communicating with my foreign relations since about Christmas. It is truly a revelation to find people you are connected to in other parts of the world. Through messenger I write to my younger cousin in Australia almost every day. She tells me of her life and I reply with my stories. We have learned together of our collective past and try to understand each other's cultures. Her name is Maria but the loving term for her is Marika.
This morning at 4:48 am (I am already up) I got a message from her mom from Hungary. They are 6 hours ahead of us. She is of my generation about two years older. She speaks little English and I speak no Hungarian. I located a translator site through Google and it translates as I compose my letter. I shouldn't be but I am amazed that this works so well. On my computer, messenger has a feature that translates to English. This really opens up doors to communication and makes me very happy.
As you saw from the pictures Judy posted Sunday, Marie and I had another cooking extravaganza making ravioli. We had wonderful, messy time preparing. Allow me to say that this is a laborious preparation, making the pasta dough, rolling out and pressing into the forms. We did everything by hand (a pasta machine would have been nice). This girl is dogged in her pursuit of cooking perfection. Her Dad made Italian sausage and it completed the meal. Shannon loved it and ate hers and half of mine. If you look at the picture carefully, the kitchen disaster is obvious. Nanny did the masterful cleanup.
Saturday night spent the night at Katey's with Apollo. When these occasions arise, I treat myself to some carry out food. The last time it was disappointing Bucemi's pizza. This time I spent $12.58 on Burger King. I will give the Whopper a 7 and the chicken sandwich a 4. The only exceptional item were the fries, much superior to McDonalds. Now when I was a teenager, this would have been a 5 dollar meal. The foods you remember with great relish from your youth now are not so good. I think palates change and memories don't hold up.
I am burnt out on political commentary.
All for now
Stay safe
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