Garbage out / Basura fuera

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

DESPITE TODAY’S RAIN, THE WORLD seems brighter. I know we have a rocky road ahead, but I’m hopeful and I haven’t been hopeful in a very long time. Since we’re six hours ahead of Washington, D.C., I was concerned about what the orange anus (or his minions) might try before the new president was sworn in. We had to wait until 6 p.m. our time to breathe our first sigh of relief.

I enjoyed a walk in the steady rain this morning. I would have stayed out much longer but my waterproof, hooded jacket was suddenly no longer waterproof and, although it’s still hooded, the hood didn’t do any good.

San Geraldo had errands to run the other evening when he was supposed to finish baking those three loaves of banana bread, so in addition to having to clean up after him, I had to finish baking for him. He was worried and gave me careful instructions. At precisely 10 minutes past the hour, I was to remove the loaves from the oven. Although it was a considerable amount of work, I managed. I didn’t drop one. I didn’t burn myself. And I even knew how to turn off the oven. I did a magnificent job, which I’m sure is why each loaf is so exquisite.

As you can see from the final two photos, Moose is as relieved as we are, even though he has a Spanish passport. We’re celebrating with take-away pizza tonight. No cooking and no washing up.

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A PESAR DE LA LLUVIA de hoy, el mundo parece más brillante. Sé que tenemos un camino difícil por delante, pero tengo esperanzas y no las he tenido en mucho tiempo. Salí a caminar bajo la lluvia esta mañana. Me hubiera quedado fuera mucho más tiempo, pero mi chaqueta impermeable con capucha de repente ya no era impermeable y, aunque todavía tiene capucha, la capucha no sirvió de nada.

Disfruté de un paseo bajo la lluvia constante esta mañana. Me habría quedado fuera mucho más tiempo, pero mi chaqueta impermeable con capucha de repente ya no era impermeable y, aunque todavía tiene capucha, la capucha no sirvió de nada. 

San Geraldo tenía recados que hacer la otra noche cuando se suponía que debía terminar de hornear esas tres hogazas de pan de plátano, así que además de tener que limpiar después de él, tuve que terminar de hornear para él. Estaba preocupado y me dio instrucciones cuidadosas. Exactamente 10 minutos después de la hora, debía sacar los panes del horno. Aunque fue una cantidad considerable de trabajo, lo logré. No dejé caer uno. No me quemé. E incluso supe cómo apagar el horno. Hice un trabajo magnífico, y estoy seguro de que es por eso que cada barra es tan exquisita.

Como puede ver en las dos últimas fotos, Moose está tan aliviado como nosotros, a pesar de que tiene pasaporte español. Esta noche celebramos con pizza para llevar. Sin cocinar y sin lavar.

Three truckloads and still a lot of work to be done.
Tres camiones cargados y todavía mucho trabajo por hacer.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

38 thoughts on “Garbage out / Basura fuera”

    1. Willym:
      Didn’t I do a great job with the banana bread. I think it’s the best WE’VE ever made!

  1. Good job, Scoot! It is very important to know when to pull out the banana bread. You did it, without a mishap or burn, yay!

    1. Deedles:
      I’m so proud of myself. I’m still surprised I didn’t burn myself or drop a pan.

  2. Moose can finally relax. It may take us a while to let down our guard…but we can hope. Right?

    Glad you were able to fulfill your baking responsibilities without incidence. 🙂

    1. John:
      I thought Biden’s speech was perfect… and inclusive. There were tears here, too!

    1. Wilma:
      Mine, too. I didn’t wake up with dread this morning. May we continue peacefully with our new ADULT leader in charge. And Vice President Harris!!!

  3. When I read the title, I expected you were writing about a particular family leaving town the morning. It was notable that the national media didn’t cover the arrival of Air Force one in West Palm Beach. You baking looks wonderful, I made the yummy apple cake over the weekend, devine.

    1. David:
      Oh, I’m so glad you liked the apple cake! We love it. Not rich, not heavy. It tastes healthy. And oh the fragrance. Yeah, I thought my title would be very clear. I began in the morning but waited until Biden was sworn in before completing it. Today feels so much better than any day has felt in four years.

  4. Your “garbage out” theme is perfect for saying farewell to the Trump Dumpster. And you outdid yourself with those banana bread loaves!

    1. Debra:
      I should be careful. SG will probably want me to remove the loaves from the oven every time now. I clearly have a gift for it. SUCH a happy day here. Hope yours is the same!

    1. mcpersonalspace54:
      Isn’t it amazing how good it feels? What a nightmare these four years have been. I thought we wouldn’t survive IT. Here’s hoping for years of better news!

  5. It was a perfect, sunny day here in Florida, but if it had been raining, the sun would have come out for me at the moment Joe took the oath of office. I cried when the Bidens arrived in D.C. I cried today at the sight of Kamala, Joe, and their families. I cried when they went to Arlington with the former presidents (minus Jimmy Carter, who is quite frail but no doubt still sharp and lovable) for the wreath-laying ceremony. I’m not in as much pain now, so I can catch up on my tears. At least these are happy tears.

    Love,
    Janie

    1. Janie:
      I’m glad you (and we) got to experience this happy tears. When was the last time we felt this kind of hope? (Rhetorical question.)

    1. Steve:
      There’s still so much crap going around, but this is one MAJOR item off the list.

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