Snow, but not too much

 This morning it started to snow about 8:30, and I thought it might be nice to go walking in falling snow. Then I realized it would be slippery underfoot, and rethought the plan. No point in finding ways to fall.

By early afternoon we had this much 

A couple of inches, not enough to stop everything. Further south in the state it's a different story. 

So I improved the day by changing the bed, laundering all the sheets and the heavy blanket, and making lunch. Today was roast potato dice, carrots and chicken croquette from the ground chicken I got this week. 

I made and sauteed the lot into croquettes which are in the freezer ready for fast food days. 

The Forsyte Saga is going on fine, which is more than we can say for poor Irene and Philip Bosinney, currently at breaking point.

Young Jolyon has been reinstated by his grandfather, and will now stop being disgracefully poor.  And various other relatives are trotting about in carriages and venturing into the new Underground trains.

This work reads so much better than dramatized and overacted, BBC TV style. The later TV  production was much better than the florid early one with Kenneth More, oh dear.

I find that if the ruggy thing is to be useful it needs to be about three by four feet, usual lapghan size, so I'd better keep going. I have enough yarns and colors for an  interesting piece.  I may stop a bit short.

Have you noticed a lot of people, this applies to the US, are very much on edge and ready to take offence? Can't blame us, I suppose, but I'm treading carefully anyway. It's important to try to be united now more than ever.

Happy day everyone, as near as you can, anyway. This might help 

Raspberry jam for tea

Sudden need to have a bit of jam for tea. So, couple of handfuls of frozen raspberries, shake of sugar, blip of lemon juice, boil madly, little supply ready. Enough for a couple of teas.

The little jar is for a friend I promised some to, the next time I made jam. That was months ago, and I finally came through. He will have forgotten all about it and be surprised.

This all took about the time to boil the kettle. Jam can be very quick and spontaneous.

I was doing a matinee of Forsyte Saga, so the old fashioned jam and scones, with English Breakfast tea, fitted right in.

It's like having a part time job, watching the Forsytes. Several evenings went into the earliest production from the sixties, where the character actors who played the older family were worth watching, though the principals weren't.

How stiffly actors moved then, with all the wildly gyrating gestures meant to convey youth and energy. Except that Margaret Tyzack was wonderful as Winifred.

The later production from the 90s, I think,   I'm watching now is much less florid and more powerful. The older family members are overshadowed by the principals' acting.

Interesting to see which episodes from the original novel(s) are kept and which not, in the two versions.  It doesn't matter that the early one was black and white and the later one color, oddly. It's all about the acting.