Happy New Year, Gentle Readers! On behalf of Hubby, Oakley, and myself, we wish you all the best.
This year’s greeting was delayed due to technical difficulties. On New Year’s morning, I turned on my laptop, and started going through my emails when it suddenly froze up for no discernible reason. Reboot. Reboot. And nothing. As soon as I finished with the dry heaves, we made a trip to the Apple store for diagnostics. A dead hard drive.
Luckily, Hubby’s sangfroid based in 35 plus years of engineering allowed him to get it tended to pretty quickly. And get a can of ginger ale down me while running through the troubleshooting protocol. He replaced the hard drive, downloaded the latest and greatest operating system, and had me back in business by yesterday morning. The only delay was waiting for the new drive that he’d ordered.
Otherwise, we had a pretty enjoyable season: good visits with my family; the usual excesses; and watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” on Christmas Eve.
And now with the turning of the wheel of the year comes some changes and projects:
- Santa brought me a camera for Christmas. I’m excited to share photos of my corner of the world with you this year as well as food pics.
- Expect more info and news on fighting hunger this year. I may not have the words to express the disgust I feel over vulnerable neighbors taking the brunt of greed, but I will certainly use the ones I have to do what I can on their behalf.
- Expect a return to news and views on sustainability practices.
- Of course you’ll get cute pictures of Oakley.
- And now for the big one…..:
It is my pleasure to announce The French Farmhouse Project.
Once a week or so, I’ll be blogging about my efforts to live as closely as possible to how I would if I physically lived in France. I will also provide resources and references.
When I was much younger, I wanted to spend a semester in France, but it wasn’t meant to be. In 2006, I took a cooking class through a local community college that involved a stay at a chateau near Lyon. We spent a week immersed in life, food, and culture. Parts of my heart and soul never quite made it back. While I may not be in a position to make a return visit at this time, I can make some changes here at home to reflect lessons learned while I was there.