God bless you all for your comments and encouragement.
You never know what to expect when you move, and the control freak in me is itching for a fight.
Today, something actually went well. We found an arborist who will remove the ungangly crabapple tree in our back yard. Said tree is no more than twenty feet high, but its tangled up in the electrical lines that come into our house and into the neighbors house.
That said, last night I have to tell you that I snapped. I was so overwhelmed - and a hot bath was out of the question because of that damned orchid tub of ours - that I had a cocktail. Now Cookie enjoys a good cocktail, now and then, and only when we entertain. And if you notice, Cookie said "a" cocktail. Cookie does not tolerate lots of liquor well - makes me sleepy and sloppy. And no one enjoys a sloppy drunk because you are never as entertaining when you are drunk as you think you are. And Cookie loathes drunken guests.
So what did Cookie have in the way of a Cocktail? A side car. Because I can't find the pots and pans, I can't make a simple syrup, which is what a classic Sidecar uses, so I used Cointreau instead. Not bad.
When drinking Sidecars, you have to be very careful because you are mixing grain and grape, and that can be a recipe for a Hellish hangover. Don't believe me? Try it and you'll come to Jesus when the alcohol poisoning sets in.
My usual favorite cocktail is Vodka Cookietini. What is this you say? It's a Vodka Gibson (onion instead of olive) made with Vodka 360, and sweet vermouth. Its smooth. How smooth? You really have to pace yourself because they just glide down, and the sweet vermouth tempers the Vodka.
This leads me to ask, if Cookie were throwing a cocktail party, what could I get you to drink?