First, the death of one of our Police Officers, Patrick O'Rourke. I couldn't sit still on Monday. I could hear the drone of the helicopters. So, I went outside and started trimming one of the lindens. I got on the ladder and cut away at all the sucker shoots on the main limbs.
After running my errands on Tuesday I sat in a chair, put my arm on the armrest, and screamed in pain. It felt like a stake had been driven right through it. It is likely I injured my elbow cutting the limbs and only felt the pain when I put direct pressure on it. I made another trip to my doctor. I've been there a lot this summer: a neck rash of unknown cause, an adverse reaction to a vaccine, a yeast infection on my skin (likely from working outside in the heat and humidity) and now the elbow. It may just be badly bruised, so we will wait and see and I will use Aspercreme and ice.
Then I heard about the death of our former Fire Chief Carl Borg. That meant I would be visiting two funeral homes this week.
With all of the above, the cable and phone service went out - twice. Then this morning, the power went out for three hours. Well, at least I have a whole house generator.
Of course, the power went out while my coffee cake was in the oven. Since the timer on the oven was set, I never paid attention to when it went in the oven so I had no idea how long it needed to continue baking. It came out fine, if a little crispy on the sides.
When I need to work off my emotions, I bake. If I am not gardening. And it was raining outside. So, here is my recipe for Raspberry Sour Cream Coffee Cake. You might want to try it next time you need to work off your frustrations.