Normally on Sundays, I wake up and fret and feel guilty and try to decide how long to stay in bed (which is also spending time with Mark) vs. making brunch vs. getting some exercise vs. working vs. doing something creative …
Today it’s windy and blustery outside, finally being appropriately autumnal, so I decided to just take it slow, and putter around in PJs and feel comfy in the house, and go outside later.
So – happy things, for Sunday:
- the basement only leaked minorly last night, just a little seep, and the cats didn’t pee on the towel dams I put down before we went out to the big WPR gala, “The Power of Story”, with my no-doubt distant relative, Ari Shapiro (I like to call him my little cousin Ari but he’s really not), so this morning I just picked up the towels and ran them through the drier and put the fan on low = easiest basement clean up ever;
- I guess because it’s cooler outside, I felt like baking and debated what to make besides the leftover meatloaf hash and fried eggs I’ve been plotting for breakfast. Pumpkin scones? if I still had that can of pumpkin in the pantry, but I don’t; research revealed that I have A LOT of frozen cranberries – something with them?? But in the end I looked at the ripe bananas in the fruit bowl, and the breads I have that we can toast and eat with the hash (English muffins and potato rolls I just made last night) and decided not to bake anything. And I abandoned the idea of banana smoothies, too;
- I paid a few bills and completed one of my 4 assigned proposal reviews for the IA Summit;
- I’ve started this blog post and updated my blog header image with some pics I just took – see below for more pics of the flowers that Mark got me at the Farmers Market.
Speaking of the Farmers Market (that Mark brought me back flowers from), Saturday was not a bad day either. I didn’t go to the Market because AT&T had sent a technician to try to troubleshoot our slow Internet, which we thought was the wires to the house, a.k.a. their problem. Turned out we were right, and there was something wrong with the port we’re connecting to at the router down the street. After, I went to yoga, and then delivered a birthday gingerbread to Heike. I used this black sticky gingerbread recipe from In the Sweet Kitchen, that, for Heike and me, will always be “that gingerbread” – it’s a loooong story, tell you another time <grin>. There’s a picture below; I use Grandma’s molasses, instead of blackstrap, and unbleached flour instead of whole wheat, so mine’s really dark gingerbread instead of black ….
I ate some breakfast while the AT&T tech was working; thought a little protein might be just the thing pre-yoga, but actually I felt the egg and English muffin in my belly a bit too much at times … though I’m also sore from my laundry room accident of a week ago when I slipped and bashed myself right under the left boob on the edge of the stone sink. I think maybe I bruised a rib.
I also finally made the golden beet hummus I’ve been plotting ever since I got a couple pounds, three nice sized beets, in the first of my three-CSA-boxes-in-a-row, post TIFF. Watch this space for another post on what I did with everything.
And I did bake something, later in the evening Sunday – Cranberry Pear Streusel Bars.