Square Dinkum.

 



Tuesday. August 5th.  2025.  Provo  Utah.


To whom it may concern;


A generous person gave me ten dollars yesterday, so I blew it all on sweet potatoes and a bag of baby carrots.  I’ve peeled and diced the sweet potatoes and dumped them in the slow cooker, along with the carrots and some honey, maple syrup, coconut sugar, and a touch of molasses, then topped it with bacon.  It’ll cook on low all day.

I’ve already made an applesauce cake with raisins.

I’ll open my door around 4 this afternoon;  first come, first served. Please bring your own tray and bowl.


Even though I’m feeling under the weather this morning, I still plan on going to the temple for at least one sealing session.  For me, a day without a temple session is a wasted day.


And here’s my poetic folly for the day:


I do not have much gratitude.


I’m old and cranky, sure.


But once in a blue moon confessing;


I’ll let my joy mature.


And praise the good Lord and my days


Spent on the land and shore –


And lift my brawny voice in glee


Like some young stevedore.



I hope there’s hot water for my shower, so early this morning.  Some days our building doesn’t get hot water until after 6 a.m. 


May all your days be circus days,


Square Dinkum.



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