What a busy day today. I did my volunteer stint at Northwest Harvest from 9 until 11am. We boxed whole carrots and the boxes weighed an average of 18 lbs. After we exhausted the carrots, we boxed whole eggplant. That was a little more cumbersome as they didn't fit in the box very well. Then went home, had breakfast and read the Seattle Times. Made out a shopping list for a few things I was going to make for the blog. Then drove to an appt, stopped at the grocery store, stopped at the pet store, stopped at Goodwill, then another grocery store (I can never seem to get everything at one store), then went home. Sorted through the groceries, made a dish for the blog, which turned out extremely well, by the way, took some pictures of what I made, brought some of it over to a neighbor, cleaned up the kitchen, made myself a mango margarita and took a picture of the sunset below. It's just about 7pm and I will be having what I made for dinner. I have always viewed a good day as a productive day. As I'm getting older, I am trying to view a good day as a day with more fun in it. Rather hard to do when you're 57 and have pretty much been the same for the last 30 years. I wish I had had more of a gift of networking friends and contacts in my younger days. I had the perfect job for it, at the ticket counter for a major airline, but I was never quite the type to schmooze a fair amount. I did what I needed to do for my passenger, had pleasant conversation, or not so pleasant if we had a broken plane, or there was a weather delay, and then let them go on their way. I retired this past January, and with a sister in Chicago, a brother in Westport, Connecticut, no family here and no spouse, it is somewhat of a challenge to go forward. You are also talking about a person who has no projects, no bucket list, and a few good friends who are also married with children, and have lives of their own. I knew retiring would not be easy for me, but after 37 years at the same company, I decided to push myself out when we had a buyout. I did my job well, I knew my job, but I no longer loved my job. So now I volunteer, and try to get "out of my box", as I tell my friends, in an attempt to go out into the world and live my life. I was married for 26 years, got divorced due to alcoholism and sadly, my ex-spouse took his life a year ago. So, hence, the food blog was born about 2 weeks ago. I really, really am enjoying this journey, and thank all of you who have viewed it, tried recipes, thought about commenting sometime...everything. You are keeping a part of me alive, and for that, I am very grateful!