Mud is Fun

Dudley in heaven.

Zima joined in for some fun, too.

My life as a terrible housekeeper is justified by my life as a dog lover. Or, I just blame the dogs.

Cleaning House

I hate housework. But it has been borne upon me that I have too much stuff that is useless. I don't have a lot of clothes, and last year I donated almost 2 dozen pairs of shoes, but there is a lot of paper in this house. And out here in the desert, there is a lot of dust. Lots of paper + lots of dust = need to dust  Usually I avoid dusting by simply not dusting. But I have decided that no, that is no longer acceptable. And so I cleaned two and a half bookshelves and recycled magazines that I was keeping for no good reason other than that maybe, someday, there might be a need to look something up in them. (I know, I know, it's all online know if I need to find something, but the Luddite in me sputters "How we will do research of the electricity fails? Or the apocalypse happens and the internet disappears?" This is a real dialogue I have with myself, folks. Sad, isn't it?)

Proof: Half of 15 years' worth of various magazines about to get tossed. I felt very empowered.

Next up: receipts and paid bills--I'm coming for you.

French Tomato Tart

What to do with an overabundance of fresh beefsteak tomatoes? Here is the perfect, simple answer.

(Just search this recipe title only and you'll find the recipe I used.)