Show Me the Way to go Home

At last I may have found a way back into my own blog, after commenting at another blog, and inadvertently signing in with a google account, only to end up nearly having to create a new blog, with a nickname I generally never use. I was near throwing my hands up, and just not bothering to try blogging again.
We'll see if I can be more consistent, seeing as how my old blog has gotten a reprieve.

This month I've been hosting five or six plumbers in my apartment, as they repipe all my freshwater lines, and I live around it all in two very small nooks of an already very small apartment, trying to stay out of their path, which leaves all the areas one might want to use in ones own apartment inaccessible!

Almost everything I'd like to use or wear is on the bottem of two large mountains of about 1,000 pounds (meaning american unit of weight), of all the rest of my stuff!

I have found my ledge at last and am off to bed.

This will be a test post message to my blog.
Audrey

The Big Switch

Well it's been a long time, been a long time, been a long,
time since I made a blog entry.
I've made the switch to broadband.
My head is spinning, my body is exhausted.
I still have several resets of my main address to go.
I'm an expert now, at adding accounts to outlook express.
It's easy after practicing for seventy-two hours until you get it right.
I actually stepped away from the keyboard this evening and went out to dinner.
Now I'm falling asleep.
I can't let this unblogging thing keep happening.

Blueberry Creme Brulee

I have to say, that my experimental blueberry creme brulee has turned out incredibly fantabulous! Now I'm buzzed. I need to go on a search for how to possibly keep left-over creme brulee, and how long I can expect to keep it before it becomes dangerous.
I wonder if it can be frozen, thawed, and renewed with more brown sugar just before broiling again. I used butter scotch schnapps since I had no rum. It turns out to go well with blueberries. I had no idea until actually tasting it this morning. Anyway, here's the recipe I used. I modified it changing the berries and having less of them, and the schnapps substitute, with less of that too. I guess it was all done with about a third less of the ingredients.
Here 'tis:
Strawberry Creme Brulee
8 c Strawberries, hulled, 2 tb Rum, 2 c Whipping cream, 3/4 c Packed brown sugar.
Halve strawberries; place in shallow 12 cup baking dish. Drizzle with rum. Whip cream; spread over berries.
Press sugar through sieve to cover whipped cream evenly; cover with plastic wrap. Refrigerate for at least 8 hours or up to 12 hours.
To serve, broil for about 2 minutes or until sugar is crisp and caramel-colored. Serve immediately. Makes 12 servings.
Happy New Year!

Finding my way to my own blog

Yes, I spent half a day setting it up, but am clueless as to how to give myself a shortcut to my own blog. I finally found the add post link again.
So I'm legally blonde/red/slide-trombone.
I'm wanting to learn Html, but am also learning how to work, and playing with, Goldwave.
I've been playing with sound while waiting for my internet service provider to get its act together. Lately it's been: email = pony express a few years back, and connection, ...might happen.
It has been freezing here the last few days, and I've been broke as usual, so my plan has been to hibernate, bubble bath, and prepare for the next time I can go out and karaoke. I've also given the poor lonesome guitar some much needed attention.
I'm horrified to realize how overdue my library stuff is. I was never like this with print. I'm sure it has to do with the postman leaving my books in the apartment managers office, which I hate, for reasons of privacy. It was so much better when the books were left in the bigger mailboxes and there would be a key in my usual mailbox to retrieve them as they arrived. Now I have no way of knowing how long something has been left at the office, and the management has taken to assuming I only ever get braille items from the library, and I have to prod them to look for other items that are not in obvious boxes of the braille magazine type.
I had an ordinary package once, that they kept for a month before handing it over to me because it didn't fit the visual criteria they've established for discerning boxes belonging to me.
Anyway, the cookies inside had gone bit gamey.
Time to go and check my memory for the lyrics and rests of the latest addition to my repertoire.

Suitcases of Memories...

I woke up from a bittersweet dream, crying a little and singing bits and pieces of American Pie.
I think I figured out, and can account for all the pieces of it.
It was okay. It was well worth the dream for the all the other feelings in it.
Anyway, I sang it all out, and got dressed and took a fast hike down to the burrito place about a mile away. I brought stuff home. Tortillas can fill a person up quick.
It's wonderful to have breakfast in the evening. There's so much more choice.
The walk always makes me feel better too, especially at night. I'm still being a night owl.
Now I'm back home and comfy and in the mood to do some sound making and editing.
I wish we could get that reality show about the trek thru Nicarogua here in the US that BBC OUCH has been talking about on the message boards. I'd make that a link if I knew how.
I'll guess I'll be learning how.
Today my plan is to try and stay up through the whole morning and get some errands done on the first bus out.

Up All Night

The spinning forward sleep cycle continues to plague me. One day I'll get some melatonin and try it. A friend of mine swears it works for her.
The beautiful thing about navigating on foot at night is that you can hear everything and don't have to worry about being sun burnt to a crisp while waiting for traffic breaks.
I'm turning into Boo Radley, aren't I?

So, after searching for a sightie, to read the unscreenreadable, I now have a blog of my very own.
Now, I'm off to forage for celebratory food, at one of the nearby joints.
Where else, but along the side of the road?
Well it turns out, just as I write this, my neighbors have decided to start shooting some type of ammo off the balconies and in the breezeway.
Lovely!
I can't tell if it's a paint gun, pellet gun, bb, or C O 2.
I think I can scratch C O 2 off the list. Sounds more like beebees or pellets.
Just a couple of months ago they were somehow shooting cubes of ice, long distance, with quite a lot of force. I heard a couple of windows smash two buildings over from the shooter/possible steroid pumped thrower, (we have a baseball scholarship guy upstairs) during the ice cube incident.
Of course the downstairs neighbor with a child is egging him on.
It may be just caps. I hope, since I'm hearing the toddler running out some of the time.
Not that the guy left in charge of the kid has ever protected him.
An hour and a half later, the shooting has momentarily stopped.
Now being more ravenous than ever, I'm thinking of caning further away in the opposite direction for green burritos at Rosa's Cafe and Tortilla Factory.
Yes, I'm on my way!
Audrey