Yes, you are seeing things, that picture is a compilation of ingredients for cinnamon rolls, which I made last night. The second picture is the finished (unbaked) product. I love baking, actually I love cooking, it is so much work with such a tangabile reward. I had an extra good breakfast this morning, but more of the pleasure was in the making. Measuring all the ingredients, mixing (OK, I used the power mixer), rolling out the dough, cutting the dough into rolls. I felt so connected to other people who have done the same thing, perhaps with different tools, or ingredients, but with the same result: food. Not many male teenagers cook, or cook willingly, but I love it. No one mocks a man who can make great meal! Next project is hashbrowns!!
The second set of pictures was on my camera when I took the cinnamon pics. No, there was not dust on the lens, no I was not trying to take a picture of something else, no there is nothing odd about taking pictures of clouds and sky. I find the sky so amazingly unfathomable. There is something inspiring and terrifying about seeing clouds that are nothing and hundreds of feet tall at the same time. I like clouds, and ptthb! at those people who mock my building clouds in the clouds.
I just got off my transfer bus to the MBA, and the trip reminded my that I have a great IPTP, but this time the second P stands for People. Two people got on the bus (68 southbound VTA) both with HUGE backpacks, dressed in rather tough-looking leather, very thick, harsh, clothes. One of them had a dog (cute little thing) which was a service dog for agoraphobia. (Fear of crowds) Listening to these men talk to a woman who struck up a conversation with them, I gathered they were hobos. Inspired by John Hodgeman, I shall call them Peter Crowdfearer and Mark Who Hasnowheelsonhiskateboard. Peter said that he had been traveling the US on trains, buses, hitchhking, and walking for 4 years. Mark had been traveling for about 2 years. These men were so interesting, not just for the smell, but also the backpacks, dog, tattoos (one on the face!) and total lack of identity.
Why I was reminded of those interesting people was because of the interesting people on my transfer. From what I could gather, a handicapped group, and their normal helpers were taking a trip, and they all piled on the bus. All 10 kids and 3 adults. The bus is not very big, think....Ford F-450, with seats instead of cargo space. Now add 10 handicapped kids, one in a wheelchair, and all the regulars, total is about 25ish people on this little bus. Pretty fun eh?
Well, time to eat. Then I need to change for shift, uniform is navy shirt, khaki pants, blue apron.
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