Right now, I can barely think with this whirring, whining laptop sitting on me. It vibrates, too! And, it is very hot. I was afraid it would blow up/catch fire last night. I put a baking pan in the shower and put the laptop in the pan. It won't run anymore unless it is plugged in, and I cannot turn it off. The button on the screen disappeared when I had McAfee installed. What's up with that?
I think I baked 20 lbs of chicken last night. After the second pan of chicken, I turned off the oven. Well, what a surprise I had. Tommy had turned it on 200 degrees instead of 300 like I told him. He denies it. He always turns on the oven and always on 300 degrees. If he is in there, he does that for me. If he is not, I do it. Since his oven runs 50 degrees too hot, 300 is what I use for most things. After I raised my voice and he denied it, we never spoke of it again. He knows he is wrong, or he would have argued for 30 minutes.
We have had two days with not one cross word except for that. And that disagreement was over in 15 seconds.
Luckily, I overcook chicken. The first pan was too cold to use a thermometer on it, but the last pan was 250 degrees in the thick part of the breast. His oven must be heating at a higher temp now. I need to test it again.
The Birmingham News will end its print edition in February but will be online. I am stunned. I hope this does not become a trend for newspapers. Today, I read the newspaper in the car. I won't carry my laptop and I won't read t on my cell. I like paper in my hand making my hands black.
I have read the paper since I was seven. Mama read the funnies to us every night. I took over that job from her and she never read the funnies to us after that. Daddy read a morning and evening paper in Memphis. When one paper folded, he was very upset. I feel that upset now. At least I still have my Cullman newspaper. I read on the internet all the time, but holding a newspaper is different. It is like holding and consuming a book, so tactile, portable and needs no batteries.
Tommy got his oil changed today. We were going to take mine, too. But, we were sidetracked. We did get things accomplished. I paid bills and made calls I needed to make as we sat in the car.
As I went into Publix, a woman and little boy were going to cross in front of me. I stopped, she crossed and the little boy moved back as if to allow me to pass. I told him it was okay, to go on. He said, "Aren't you my neighbor?" He was so excited and asked again before I could answer. I said yes I am. He went on in front of me and patted on his mother trying to tell her I was their neighbor. She kept taking him by his shoulder roughly and turning him back toward the front. That is sad she would treat him that way. It does not hurt my feelings at all, but he should have been allowed to finish what he was saying. They are nastier than I thought. So far, they don't seem to be good mothers, at least not this one.
Tonight, we are having chicken I baked last night. Carrots, potatoes, Brussel sprouts, celery, olive oil, and onions will go into the oven, baked without a bag.
Night Court is on. I hate it, never liked it. John Larroquette is the only good thing about it. He is still cute and funny! Then, there was some Auto show on, not funny.
We watched the State of the Union address.
Has your paper ended its print editions? Are you sad print news is ending?
