In general, I’m against indoor shoe wear. I am from Arizona, after all. Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of cozy foot wear, but in reality, I go barefoot everywhere. As kids we’d always go barefoot, to get a treat after dinner, to run out to the backyard, to take out the trash. Well things changed today. I’d been eyeing them for a while. The soft wool insoles, the moccasins that remind me of home are now wonderfully cozy on my feet.
I just got done making Tex-Mex chille, cornbread, and creme brule. I don’t even know how to spell that, that’s how cultured I am. I found it in the International aisle at the Commissary. It came from a box, but if Mr. H asks how I made it, I’ll say it’s a secret. I can’t wait to have my cornbread with milk after dinner, just like Grandma taught me at her kitchen counter.
Now that I’m not working/studying/commuting 14 or more hours a day, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect. That, together with the fact that we found out we’ll be staying here till September ’12 made me decide to enjoy the heck out of this winter. No looming exams, no crushing pressure, I’m going all out, folks!
