Snowing. Wet, cold, silent, beautiful slushy mush. Really cold. Just miserable enough to keep us indoors and at the computer. Good ol’ Sal is baking bread while we also bash away on the keyboards making sentences. That’s kinda neat. She’s making Pita bread, actually. It will go with the hummus she is going to make later. Maybe add some version of guacamole. Maybe not. Damn, it doesn’t get much better except when we add a big dollop of wine to the occasion.

It’s funny, really. I used to go to a Greek restaurant and have the same thing and I can assure you that it was nowhere near as good. Mind you, their dolmathes………..mmmm.

Sal and I have never been what you might call ‘foodies’ (if you ever try to seriously use that word in normal conversation, don’t!) She’s a great cook – amongst the best – but she has never suffered pretensions of trying to be more of a ‘chéf’. Sal is a cook. A damned good one but a cook, not a chef. I am an eater, not a gourmet. But you wouldn`t know that distinction by the tasting. God, she`s good! I swear she could draw customers – even this far out!

Sally is typing out a translation for a Japanese friend of ours who sometimes needs some English ‘polishing’ of her work. I am writing this. Maybe later I’ll go out and fix a broken appliance. Maybe not. The fire is nice, the house is comfy. I sometimes think of taking a nap………ya know?

I was planning on going up to the Q-hut today to add another miniscule effort to the never-ending story but it was simply too wet and cold to go out. Sal, of course, was not letting the weather stop her and she was planning on heading out anyway to get the mail. But the mail plane isn’t coming in this weather either. So, we stay put. We can `push it` in some ways to get something done, I suppose, but eating hummus and pita is enough of an accomplishment for me.

When dinner is over, we`ll watch a movie then do some reading. If it has stopped snowing by then, I`ll try posting this. The satellite transmission doesn’t work in heavy rain, snow, fog, thick cloud cover or whenever it doesn’t feels up to it. We don’t care as a rule.

Describing this lifestyle as slow-paced, relaxed and comfortable still makes it sound more stressed than it is. I am even more laid back than that! Think big giant gummy bear. In a housecoat.