… fewer deadlines. The last couple weeks I’ve just been feeling so slammed with work, and then I added on working at the polls and volunteering at the Libraries Book sale, and the film fest. April has already been the cruelest month and we’re only one week in. Late March was kind of mean, too. … [Read more…]
And a show with no dinner. Monday night my plan for dinner was freshly griddled English muffins with various toppings. The English muffins had been rising in the fridge since Saturday night, while we were in Chicago for the day on Sunday; more on that in a minute. The muffins were the Washington Post no-knead … [Read more…]
We went to Chicago on John’s birthday, but we didn’t get to see John. We had tickets for the opera, Tosca, that’s really long, two intermissions. It started at 7:00, so we made a dinner reservation for 5:00, thinking maybe they could join us at the restaurant for a drink if the timing worked out. … [Read more…]
So I have been cooking, honest, and have even been feeling like there have been some of those tiny victories, using up leftovers, making tasty things that everyone eats, learning how to use the new oven, I just have not been taking many pictures of the food. If food has been made and eaten and … [Read more…]
I felt so shitty when I was writing Friday night. I’d eaten too much and not gotten enough done at work and just generally felt deadlines and fat phobias and stuck-ness and pandemic blues crashing down on me. I was headachey and my stomach hurt and I was cranky and tired. And there was a … [Read more…]
Here in this (almost unbelievably) 3rd spring of the pandemic, it’s different now, especially when you are choosing the right thing to do, also the title of book my brother wrote, almost 25 years ago. I mean there’s not that crushing fear of getting sick, like there was in the first months. Even more I … [Read more…]
This week … Russia invaded Ukraine. In the light of that, how can any of my personal distresses and kvetches matter. I mean, no one’s dropping bombs on my house, there are not tanks rolling down my street. But yet, here I am, entangled in them. We had Twos-day (02-22-2022) and everyone made a deal … [Read more…]
02-22-2022, Mom & Eustace’s actual 97th birthday. We are having a snow day, due to the threatened ice storm. The schools are closed, the food pantry is closed, and I’m going to work from home. So right now am “working” in my PJs – messing around with this blog post for now, and soon, … [Read more…]
This week has been freezing and thawing, up to 45° one day, down to single digits the next. Today, Sunday, has the widest range yet – it was 26° when I got up, 51° in late afternoon, and supposed to get al the way back down to freezing by the time I get up tomorrow. … [Read more…]
The February March is an old record by Lou & Peter Berryman, and the title track has lyrics like: “I tell you we’re all gettin’ weary of little SiberiaJeepers enough is enoughI tell you uh-huh I’m okay when it’s 80 in MayBut uh-uh when it’s zero and dark” But that’s what winters used to be … [Read more…]