Manford's epiphany

Driving around town on the way to the barber shop I realized that while true that slow and steady wins the race sometimes you have to ramp it up - for examplek, when driving one has to ascertain if one can go or should wait and yield right of way to those coming from the right at traffic circles or turning right when one wants to turn left - and another example cooking class, where we have two hours to: listen to the instructor, prepare food, cook food, eat food, clean up. While I struggled mightily to cut up a hard squash (they are called pumpkins here) my partner pretty much cut up about four different other vegetables, some chicken, and dipped them in flour then in beaten eggs then in bread crumbs. Cook them in a litre of one hundred eighty degree oil, take them out when done, and later clean up your mess and the dishes you used - we are having the course at a local boys high-school. You serve the cooked things with finely cut cabbage and some tomato slices and in an ideal world with miso soup and rice. So went the first cooking class. You have to ramp it up because there is not time to lolligag. Emily sometimes goofs around in violin lesson, but seems to be learning a little in spite of herself. She is taking a course each Saturday that is supposed to encourage critical thinking - using visual stimuli as a base for this round - and Tuesdays goes to an hour long dram class that supposedly helps her increase her confidence and have sweeter breath, I believe though I am not sure of the latter. I am going to have to buy some new pants as the ones I currently have keep falling down even when buttoned and belted - all the walking and less eating has gotten my weight down to below 190 lbs. The weather this afternoon is beautiful, but as the year goes on it gets dark earlier and earlier - around six now. Well our best to all our readers. Thanks for taking the time to read thisk, and we wish you well. Manford