Friends in High Places

 

The Mister and SIL run a football pool that includes lots of folks The Mister schmoozes with on his daily travels. That includes a couple of city workers and one of them, who always forgets to put in his weekly picks without a Saturday night reminder from The Mister, is in charge of the city snow plowing. Yesterday afternoon he called when he was on the way home to see if we needed any help since he had his own personal equipment on his truck. The Mister was in seventh heaven after getting a wide path plowed down the driveway. We can't drive the car down yet but we can at least walk up it now-carefully.

Speaking of friends, Brown Betty and Betty White have a little friend. I've been keeping their discards in a big jar in the fridge and for the first time ever I resurrected a bit of it in a small jar. Not only did it come back to life, it came back with such vigor that it made lots of lovely bubbles on the sides of the jar which is something that the big Bettys haven't done yet. What this means is that I don't have to keep up the feeding schedule anymore. I can put all the Bettys in time out and just feed them when I want to bake. I can do this but I won't. I'm not ready to end my science experiment any time soon. The kitchen would seem like a lonely place without Betty to fool around with.