Chowdah!!

Once again, I've been missing in action. I can't seem to get it together. Hoping that next week will go better. Roger has gone to work for at least a half day for the past few days. He's finally beginning to feel much better.Not complaining but my day just seems to get away from me when he's just leaving at 10-ish. Normally by that time I've got aload of wash and myself done and I'm ready to head off to errands and such things as the Library, the Pantry, or whatever. The last two weeks have been taking place down the rabbit hole.
Today, I did get to the store and decided that it was a good day for Chowdah!!. Do any of you watch the Simpsons? The mayor of Springfield(who sounds like JFK) has a fight with a french chef in his kitchen and they have a shouting match, each yelling their own version of Chowder. The chef calls it chowdair and the mayor chowdah. So it goes around here and yes, I am 61 and I watch cartoons...wanna make something of it?
Anyway, I digress wildly...I'm making soup! Clams, shrimp, mussels, tilapia and scallops. Creamy, New England, Seafood Chowdah.
Aside from that not much is happening. I may just give up the whole sewing baby quilts thing and buy the babies gifts. There is a plot (afoot, har) to keep me from being creative in any way. The latest distraction is sort of my own doing. I dropped s dish on my foot and for the first few hours it just felt a little sore. Yesterday it developed into a pain that I just can't stand. Shoes are not my friend. The dish fell onto my big toe-not the nail part but up nearer to where there would be a bunion if I hadn't had it removed years ago. Can those things come back?Well, now that sucker is bright red and reminds me of the days before removal when I could hardly walk without pain. Not nice, and since I don't do well with pain killers, I', not a happy camper right now. It's back to the flip-flops and it hurts less when I'm off it.
So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! I will finish the soup for dinner and stay off my foot so I can go to the Thurs. Night Quilting Girls. We haven't seen each other for weeks and even though I haven't a thing to show, I'm dying for the latest dish and my two friends are great at that. I get more dish on Thurs. nights than a couple of months without them. It's a small village and there are some really strange people around here lately. Ho Hum, small town life....
Besides, they are both fabulous bakers and there's often a chance of getting something delicious with my tea and dish.
I have soup to make, wash to dry and elevation of the foot to accomplish so I'll try to get back soon. I was hoping to get some pictures of the fabric I've purchased and received in the past few months of idleness. I will try to get to that so you don't have to listen to my whining without a reward of eye candy.
Talk to you soon.