While we had the snowy days, I had time to cook. I also made roasted pork chops. I intended to cook a roast, but I accidentally froze the wrong package. The pork chops were okay, but the roasted vegetables would have tasted better with th roast beef instead of the park chops. At least I can still improvise in the kitchen.
All the world’s a stage. This keeps coming up for me. When I read as a lecture during Catholic mass, but especially when I help put on an event. Each space has its directors, its producers, its actors who all play a pivotal role. Each space has its problems and everyone has to pivot. And, the thought has occurred to me – everyone should, yes, I daresay should, take some acting classes in their formative years so they can truly learn the ins and outs of “all the world’s a stage.”