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First, it was ravioli. Then hubby made his Sicilian pizza last weekend. Then chicken cutlets with sauce and mozzarella. Then, as I eat pasta almost every day for lunch, (as it gives me some energy when I need it most), I gotta put some mozzarella on top, lest it go bad, sitting in the crisper - cheesed out.

So, last night, I pulled out of the freezer, the remains of a (sale) sirloin roast beef I made last week and turned it into beef stew, using the night before's glazed carrots, sauteed onions, green beans and leftover pasta, with the usual broth, tomato paste, red wine, and herbage.

And made a small batch of onion soup, as we bought a big ole bag of onions last Saturday on sale.

And another batch of yogurt smoothie.

And another batch of iced tea. Ad nauseum.

But the winter stew bit is wearing on me as well. Spring's salads are too far off.

Still swatching. Have 1 more submission to get out, soon, soon. Am woefully short on color variety and yarns.

If anyone has odds and ends (part skeins welcome!) of Cascade 220, their 128, their Eco yarns, or other similar basic wool yarns from Kraemer, Plymouth, Peace Fleece, etc, that are just clogging up their stashes, and wish to sell/swap for ?, do drop me a line.

I finished that 2nd pair of Viking socks, Will have to CO some CIC socks, so to have some thinking/pondering/ruminating knitting on hand.

With Valentine's Day coming up, I should think of something special to make, that's not chocolate. I used to love chocolate and sweets, but ever since chemo, with its adjusted daily diet, I just don't hanker for the stuff. No coffee, no cocoa, no candy, no cake, co cookies. Too weird, for me, but there ya have it. I'm healthier without all that sugar and caffeine, for sure. Not healthy, quite, but healthier.

So, maybe a lemon meringue pie for pookie. He really likes that. He can always bring some to the lady he does work for or the guys at his job.

I'm much more a do-person. I don't want to eat something special or even get something special, I want to DO something special. GO somewhere different, SEE something different. It's the doing that leaves real memories. And so, of course, it's the doing, seeing, going that my life is woefully short of. Ain't that always the way!

In the meantime, I think I've finally swatched something I like, so must get it done, as part of tomorrow is slated for cleaning in preparation for a Saturday morning showing.

Can you hear my foot tapping?! This is beyond patient.