Current goings on and three things you may or may not have known about Ms. Julia Child

I've been strongly encouraged to write more. So writing some more I am. I purchased the War of Art online, it arrived this week. A a good friend of mine, who is far better read than I am, seems to think I'll find it useful so I'm looking forward to getting further into that today. Sarah and I are talking more, which makes me happy, though I still catch myself talking too much. I don't know where that comes from. I like the talking, it's something to look forward to. I've wasted half the day being lazy, and I have so much to do. I'm off to check the progress on the new sandwich board for the restaurant. Then I need to make some lunch, and prep some more food for the week. This planning ahead part of my new routine is not something I'm used to. I still need to go grocery shopping. I also still need to verify that my transcripts are going where they need to go. I'm strongly considering going back to the restaurant full time, give my mom a little more help. I don't like the thought of taking yet another pay cut, but I catch little things falling through the cracks. Decisions decisions. I must begin the productive part of my day now. I leave with these parting thoughts about the woman who, outside of licking cake batter from my mother's spoons, first instilled in me a love of kitchens.


The kitchen Julia's husband designed for her, was posthumously donated to the Smithsonian National Museum of American History, where it remains on display.

Though she shrunk slightly with age, in her prime she was six feet two inches tall. So tall that the aforementioned kitchen was designed with taller than normal work surfaces to accommodate her.

After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, she tried to enlist in the Navy but was turned away for being too tall. She subsequently joined the Office of Strategic Services, the precursor to the C.I.A., where she helped to develop a shark repellent for sailors and airmen stranded in the ocean.