mmmmmm

Nov. 19th, 2008 01:20 pm
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Fruit cobbler with ice cream for breakfast... yum. It's really easy to make, too. I will say, though (and this was a 'duh' moment) if you use frozen fruit you really should thaw it out before adding it to the batter. It works fine, mind you, but it nearly doubles the cooking time. Like I said, duh.

I'm also posting a link to an entry I wrote a few days ago but originally had friends-locked. [livejournal.com profile] mstra_margarita and I talked about it last night at the potluck and decided that it really didn't need to be locked. I thought, given that there's a Baronial polling coming up, it might be of some interest.

Since it was written days ago, however, I don't think it would show up where anyone would see it, so here's a new link to it. Sorry if this seems puffed-up of me.
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I have almost finished the prize cape I'm making for the Most Valorous rapier fighter competition this weekend at Assessment. Oh, you didn't know about it? My bad. I should have written an announcement for the Merry Rose but didn't think about it till last night. Today I'm fairly incoherent, so have asked my valorous apprentice [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell to put some text together. Of course she's at work today so may have other things to do. (Pah, work!) Anyway, the cape-sewing went very quickly and it looks good. The cape, BTW, is designed for use in rapier fighting-- not a fancy-shmancy one. It is, however, large enough that it can be worn, unlike the ceremonial one that designates the WH Baronial Rapier Champion.

Miranda and even Molly helped me with the cape-- Molly helped with the cutting and Miranda was in on both cutting and sewing. I have such good kitties. Miranda has been especially lovey this laast week. I have clearly been gone from home far too much recently, and she's making up for all the petting she didn't get while I was gone. She's in my lap when I get on the computer, in my lap when I read, and plastered to my side all night while I sleep. She's also been walking through the house crying at random times-- she manages to sound really pitiful. She's going to be most unhappy with my being gone for a week again. At least I'll be home a little longer before I head out yet again for a week at Pennsic.

I have the History Channel on this afternoon and am watching "American Eats," including hot dogs. The descriptions of the creation of Nathan's makes me want a hot dog, and it's midafternoon and I've had lunch pretty recently. Crap-- now they're talking about pizza. I dunno if I can watch this whole hour.

I have gotten several minor errands done today, thank heavens. Still a few left to do but I'm generally in good shape. Now I think I need to go grocery shopping. Maybe some hot dogs.....

yawn

Feb. 27th, 2007 08:48 pm
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Damn, I'm tired. I worked at the book repair lab today for six hours and then spent three hours doing research. Don't feel too sorry for me, though (as if you were going to, anyway); I stopped at Akashi on the way home and treated myself to sushi. I got my back pay check today for three months worth of disability payments so I could afford it. Yay!

I was a busy little bee at the lab today. I wasn't too happy with some of the results, but the woman who was working with me today was reassuring; she was very impressed with how much I got done, says everything is fine and nothing needs to be redone. It's just not perfect, is all, and as you all know, if I do it, it's supposed to be perfect. (Unrealistic, much?)

I got smarter about doing the research, too. I looked up source books ahead of time to find the call numbers, which made life much simpler. I have this set of questions all done except one; if all else fails I'll look up Marie Leveau in a plain old encyclopedia or online on Google or something. Geez. Wouldn't you think she'd be in the Biographical Dictionary of American Cult and Sect leaders? Or, failing that, you'd think that Swami Sivanandra would be in some sort of reference, like maybe the Historical Dictionary of Hinduism? Something, somewhere?

I will admit that I'm learning stuff I didn't know from doing these assignments. I've never been a big student of religion, so didn't even know that Yoga was part of Hinduism, nor did I know about Demeter and Persephone; I'm picking up all sorts of new stuff. I will say, though, that I was bemused to find that if a Muslim doesn't face Mecca when praying it doesn't count. And by "face Mecca" I don't mean just generally east somewhere, it's gotta be exact. Only if a man is completely out in the wilderness alone can he use his best judgement and certain guidelines to determine which is the correct direction. The book didn't say what a woman should do in such a case. I hereby affirm that I now have even less interest in becoming Muslim than I did before I read that. I mean, that is one persnickety almighty, who won't even listen if you are facing the wrong direction. Damn.

I'm starting to fear that despite my preference to NOT do reference work, I might wind up doing it anyway; for one thing it probably doubles my chances of finding a job. If we assume (and I have NO idea about real proportions here) that there are reference librarians, children's librarians, and "readers services" librarians (I think that's what they're calling the people who work in circulation, popular fiction, etc, nowadays.... I should know this, right? Sigh.) in approxmiately equal proportions. That would mean two of the three instead of just one of the three are possibilities. Wonder what proportion tech services is? Very small, I'm sure. Anyway, there are six jobs open in Durham County right now, and three are reference, and three are children's. I'm gonna have to think about this.

Not tonight though. I'm too tired to think about anything tonight.

lovely

Feb. 4th, 2007 09:40 am
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It's been a nice weekend. Friday night I crashed at [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell's house so we could get an early start Sat AM for University. She made cookies and printed handouts, I consulted on one of her scrolls, and we ate OMG good Cuba Libre cupcakes at [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenjo's house. It's starting to seem like Casa Bellini is going to be known for a very specific type of hospitality-- sweets with a high alcohol content. [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell makes a bourbon chocolate milkshake that is completely wicked, I make rum or bourbon balls that'll knock your socks off, and now we have Cuba Libre cupcakes. Dayum. We'll make you happy.

Sat dawned bright and way too early. Still, we did a reasonable job of getting going on time (hey, it's Casa Bellini. We're not morning people. We're happy, not early) and got to site in time to find out that Julianna's vigil didn't start till after Noon court; we had time to get stuff out of the van and where we needed to be in plenty of time for class.

I attended the first half of Livia's class on vinework, and was proud. She did a good job. Most of the other classes I took were also good-- only one didn't cover what I hoped it would. The bookbinding class was good and provided lots of good bibliography and links stuff-- that could have lasted all day, for us to all get to do the steps. Still, I know a lot more now than when I started, which is the important thing. And the Paleography was a very good class-- I'm finding myself more and more fascinated with what I used to consider peripheral.

Julianna's vigil site was... well, okay, she's in House Corvus. Of course it was well done. That's kinda like saying there's this tower in Italy that isn't perfectly vertical. If you can't count on House Corvus to provide floof, what's the world coming to? Geez. Her Laureling ceremony was really nice, too.... I don't recall ever seeing one of the Royals get so choked up about any award. Sweet. And well deserved.

In kitty news, the lab work on Molly's little tumor came back negative-- nothing in the blood at all. Which makes me tempted to delay the surgery-- I mean, geez, I'm not exactly flush with cash here-- in fact, I have no current source of income. Put that way, it seems like a no-brainer. I'm not saying I want to cancel it forever, but I might wait till I at least have a source of income again, which should be within a couple of months. Surely it won't be critical before then.

Well, I think it's about time to start homework. If I can get this cat off my arms, that is. God forbid I should disturb a cat. She's twitching her tail at me for just thinking about it.

uneasy

Feb. 2nd, 2007 11:48 am
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The trip to the vet this AM didn't go exactly as anticipated. The part about trying to get both cats there was actually almost exactly as anticipated. I put Carmen in the carrier, and carried Molly to the car in my arms, where I left her in the floorboard of the passenger side. That worked so well, I may just always plan to do that for her-- she desperately hates the carrier.

The vet thinks Carmen has some variant of herpes that has been making her sneeze and caused some swelling in her eye yesterday. I never heard of herpes that makes you sneeze, but clearly there's lot of stuff I don't know. She gave (gave! Ha!) me some goop to put on her food to help quell outbreaks. Liver flavored. Yum. She also did a little more poking around than Carmen enjoyed to explore the butt-scootin' boogie thing, and prescribed an antibiotic for that. So far, so good.

When she examined Molly, she noted that M needed to urinate-- well, you can't ask a cat if she needs to use the litter box before getting in the car, can you? Well, you can, but you should certainly not wait for a response. While the vet was doing her exam thing, the assistant noted a mole-like lump on Molly's neck. I've known it was there for a year or so, but never thought of it when making or keeping an appointment. The vet took some fluid from it and said it was a mast cell tumor. Said it was to do with allergens and such, and gave Molly a shot of Benadryl. She and the assistant left to get the pills and other stuff for dosing both cats. Molly sat very close to, and facing, the wall. Suddenly she let out a low cry and started peeing. Oops-- too much stress, too full a bladder and I figured she finally couldn't wait any longer. I started trying to pull out paper towels to soak it up, and the dispenser jammed. Molly kept up the crying and the puddle kept getting bigger and bigger. I stuck my head through the door and said "We need some help here." When I turned back around, I saw that Molly was also drooling heavily. Yikes. The vet came back in, took a look, said "She's having a reaction to the shot," and gave her a shot of steroids. The vet and assistant were great with her-- they had a huge towel they wrapped her in, and kept cuddling her and talking to her. The vet finally said "We'd like to keep her for a little bit and keep an eye on her." They took her in the back. After they had collected all the pills and stuff, they said she was doing okay, but they want to keep her for a few hours. I know they say she's okay, but it's just making me uneasy. I hate when unexpected shit like that happens. I want to be forewarned about emergencies, dammit!

I had the beginnings of a migraine this morning-- not bad when I got up but it got worse instead of better, which is backwards from the norm. Because it wasn't bad when I made my coffee, I made decaf. When I went out to get stuff to make chili, I went to the Sbux next door to the Teeter and got a grande cappuccino. Heh, I thought, that'll fix it! And I sucked that thing down like the tasty magic elixir I knew it to be. And lo, it was good. And besides that, it worked. I am now zooming like a 3-year-old playing airplane, and the migraine is no more. Yay, cappuccino.

The vet just called and said Molly's attack is over, but they want to keep her for another couple of hours just to be sure. They're also going to check her blood to be sure the tumor hasn't spread, or at least I think that's what she meant. They're going to remove the tumor next week at the same time they're cleaning her teeth. I'm bad and don't normally go for a lot of dental work for cats, for god's sake, but they showed me the infection she has in her gums, and ya gotta deal with that. Sigh. It's an expensive month for the kitties.

Oh, and when Carmen got home, she was all relieved and everything, only to have Miranda hiss at her every time she approached. Poor Carmen! First that strange person got way too familiar with her and then her own sister called her names when all she wanted was a friendly sniff and cuddle.

Time to put the caffeine high to some use and hit the kitchen. Chili coming up!

yum

Jan. 14th, 2007 08:21 pm
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I've been in a cooking mood today. Or rather, I've been in the mood for fish chowder for several days, and for fried apples for a couple of weeks, and today I got around to making them. I'm playing around with the apples-- I added cinnamon, raisins, walnuts, and slivers of orange peel, along with a liberal splash of Harlequin brandy..... rather tasty, if I do say so myself. For the fish chowder, I found several recipes online and sort of used a little of this one, a little of that one. I made the low-fat version, so it isn't as luxurious on the tongue as it might have been, but it, too, is tasty.

I had a migraine yesterday, and took a pill before class. Still had it last night and when I woke up this morning. The really unusual thing is that I was able to take a nap today, and it was gone when I woke up. Yay! Of course, now I'll never get to sleep tonight, but damn, it's nice to not be in pain. At least I'll feel good while I am awake!

Hrm.

Jan. 8th, 2007 12:18 pm
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Well, let's see about an update.

I actually got email last night from the friend from my teen years that I saw in Richmond when I was there. I didn't really expect that. I wish I could feel like I could relax and trust him, instead of watching every word I say. It's not that I care what he and his family think, but my mother really does care, and she still lives there, so I can't tell him anything that Mother would be unhappy to have broadcast all over the tiny town. Nothing like a little paranoia to keep you on your toes. It's too bad, too. It'd be fun to have someone to visit when I go back to Richmond. He's so.... seductive, though not in a sexual way. Not with women, anyhow. He's just fun to talk to and always draws me out. I've read the emails two or three times each before sending to check for potential revelation of anything that shouldn't be revealed. Sigh.

I had a very scribal weekend-- had a little workshop for a friend on Saturday; she's never scribed at all and wants to begin, and she invited two others who are intermediate level. It made it rather confusing for me, since I thought I was going to be doing all basic beginning level stuff. And on Sunday I had a play date with [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenejo and [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell. I painted some and we looked at potential scroll layouts and new calligraphy hands. Fun.

Today I was looking for something in an older entry and found that [livejournal.com profile] syaldia had asked for the recipe for the Peanut Butter Pie and I hadn't seen the request. So, herewith, the recipe behind a cut. Recipe )

I haven't taken any migraine meds for probably a week. I had a bad migraine one day but decided to tough it out-- I think there will be a lapse between short-term and long-term disability coverages and I figure I'll need the meds a lot more when I'm in class than I do when I'm sitting here with nothing to do. Hasn't been too bad otherwise. I hope I can get the rest of the information I need for the paperwork soon; it's making me buggy worrying about it. Erk.
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I wound up staying in on New Year's Eve-- I watched Pirates of the Carribbean, Ocean's Twelve, and Bourne Supremacy. Yum. They's some pretty men in them thar movies. I was amused at Depp in this POTC-- he was practically flaming in some scenes. Not exactly what I would have thought he was going for, especially with the rather thorough kiss he laid on Miss Knightley toward the end of the movie.

New Year's Day I went to [livejournal.com profile] hanareru's house for her Hangover Party. There I was treated to a marathon showing of Ugly Betty on the Soap channel; it's an interesting show, but I'd never seen it. I wound up watching the last couple of hours of it after I got home, and now I'm wondering what's going to happen next. Oh, and we watched Shaun of the Dead. It's always interesting to see who's squeamish and who isn't-- I know for a fact that I go all lightheaded and see shimmery silver lights when confronted with an actual person sewing stitches in another real person, for example, though the split lip itself didn't bother me. However, evisceration or exploding brains on a movie screen are just special effects, sometimes more convincing than others. Then, because I was apparently short on my quota of violence for the day, I watched Point of No Return last night. We made so much fun of that movie when we saw the trailers for it, but it's now a favorite. Who knew? And let me just say, Bridgit Fonda has one of the prettiest mouths I've ever seen. This whole I've-got-pillows-in-my-lips thing is way overrated, in my book.

I ate so much at the party that I wasn't hungry for dinner, so the obligatory black-eyed peas dish got put off till today. Hope that doesn't doom me to an unhappy year.

I picked up my final paper (with grade) from the Archives teacher, and he liked it as well as I thought he would. I wasn't surprised that he didn't know about a lot of the technical stuff, but was amused that he wrote "Interesting" beside the line about the Holy Roman Emperor who decreed that all offcicial documents written on paper were to be considered invalid. Wonder if that will show up next time he teaches the class? He was also rather generous when grading the final. Which is only fair, considering some of the questions he asked, and that the exam counted for 40% of the grade even though it didn't cover any more material than the mid-term did. So, I'm happy. Only one more grade, and it's one of the ones I've been concerned about. I don't think it'll really be BAD, but I wish I could find out, dammit.

And can somebody tell me why I have the song "Macho, Macho Man" stuck in my head? I know I haven't heard it for months, at least. Weird.
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Well, I made my Pot-au-feu and am now reminded why a friend calls it "pot o' food." My god, even with the vastly reduced quantities I used, I still have huge amounts of food. I got smart, though, and packed up a bunch of single servings and stuck them in the freezer. I think the variety of all the meats and veggies is what makes it so good; I don't think the original version as posted online with just beef sounds interesting at all. Julia's description said the name means "pot on the fire"; the pot was put on the fire and whatever was handy was thrown in and was left to cook slowly all day. I have no idea why I got such a strong urge to make this, unless the relatively simple holiday meals left me feeling atavistic. Weird, but I am now well supped. VERY well supped.

I am also enjoying the music site that [livejournal.com profile] nomadicmedic posted a few days ago. It doesn't have "alternative" setting, but has certainly provided a suitable variety of music tonight. It shows what's going to play next, which is handy, especially since it doesn't have a setting for "for god's sake, NO BOB DYLAN!!" Ahem.

I read an interesting mystery yesterday and am still trying to figure out how I feel about it. I mean, I liked it well enough to seek out the next book in the series, but it's damned strange. The book is Eight of Swords and the protagonist is a '60s radical who's been hiding for 30 years because of something he did back in the day. The author is playing coy about exactly what it is, but there's no statute of limitations, so I'm assuming somebody died, probably in the explosion that supposedly killed our protagonist. I liked the character. At the end of the book, though, he goes to a meet with the knowledge that he's going to kill a man, and he does. The guy has a gun and was going to kill HIM, but our man gets the drop on him. He does think "I'm going to have to live with this the rest of my life" and in the interest of fair play, speaks to give the hit man a chance to surrender. Then when he swings around with his gun, bam. I think it bothers me that I identified with him, a lot, at least till we got to the shooting-in-semi-cold-blood part. All the killing in Pulp Fiction didn't bother me as much as this did; that whole thing was so far removed from any reality I know that I didn't identify with anybody.

My cat, however, brings me back to my reality-- my purpose in life is not to kill bad guys, or even worry about the ethics or morals thereof, but to provide her a lap to flomp in, and scratch her belly when it's presented to me. Which it is. She's most undignified, and I love it.

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Dec. 28th, 2006 04:22 pm
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I spent yesterday in bed, I suspect recovering from the Kentucky marathon. I had the worst migraine I've had in forever-- right up there with, and maybe worse than, the one I had Christmas day. I would get up to check email, eat, and use the facilities, and that's about it. As long as I didn't have to move my head I could distract myself from the pain and wooziness. Lots of non-head-moving yesterday. I didn't even feel well enough to go to the library, even though I was out of fresh stuff to read. Fortunately, I have begun to collect books that I like well enough to re-read, and yesterday I binged on Tony Hillerman-- I read 7 books. I'd already read them, so I didn't have to pay a lot of attention to details. It had been a long time since I read the early ones, though, and it was interesting to note things like how many books there were before he mentioned Leaphorn's wife, or before Leaphorn and Chee worked together. As you might expect, the cats were thrilled to have me back where I belong- in bed, petting them.

Today I'm doing much better. I've been shopping and to the library. I've been reading the Sandman series, and I'm up to book 9 now. I don't recall the title, but I think book 4 was far and away the best. I also went to the grocery-- for several days I've had a dish called Pot au feu on my mind. K used to make Julia Child's recipe for it. It serves over a dozen people if you make her recipe, so needless to say, I'm not doing that. It calls for a beef roast, pork roast (or was it ham?) a whole chicken, and kielbasa, boiled together with lots of vegetables and served with several sauces; he usually made a mustard sauce, a tomato-cream sauce, and maybe a white sauce. I have absolutely no idea why I've been drooling over this recently, but I have, so I got a tiny round steak, a thick pork chop and a pound of kielbasa, and I'm thawing a couple of chicken breasts. I got onions, potatoes, carrots, parsnips and a turnip, and I'm going to throw it all in a pot tomorrow with some stock, and let it cook all day. Oh, man, I can't wait. I just finished eating dinner and I'm already hungry for it. I see from this article that Julia's recipe varies noticeably by adding the other meats, and I had forgotten that K put in a bone, chopped in half so the marrow is accessible. I'm gonna skip the bone. In fact, I can't find the recipe he used, so I'm kinda winging it altogether.

On a more serious note, I was concerned when Molly Ivins' column wasn't updated after Nov 23-- I'd check every Thursday when it normally appeared. Today I googled her name and read what Wikipedia had to say, never dreaming they'd have anything as recent as this in her bio. I was wrong, though; the article notes that she was diagnosed with stage III breast cancer in 1999, and had recurrences in 2003 and 2005. She is taking off the month of December for another session of chemo. Send prayers, or white light, or whatever goodness you believe in, her way, please.
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And we’ve made it to Friday. I didn’t have a good day, though there is not a single thing actually wrong. I just had a headache all night, so I didn’t sleep well. Then Mother, awake and alert, talked non-stop. I’m still not awake enough for that, and it’s twelve hours later. (Of course, who ever is?

The repairman came this morning to install the replacement disposal, and the first thing Mother asked him when he got in the door was, “Are you the one that married….” True small town behaviour. There were actually two men—one to do the work, one to lean against the counter and watch. They must be from the local Transportation Dept. Heh. An hour after they left the kitchen still reeked of stale cigarette smoke from their clothes.

My son and grandson called to reschedule; one of their family members died last night, so they’re coming Christmas day. I’m kinda glad they didn’t come today, what with the migraine and all. Of course, that sort of suggests that I think I won’t have one when they get here, which is pretty much the opposite of what I’m really thinking. We went to the Chinese Buffet for “dinner”—the big meal is at lunch, if you haven’t twigged to that yet.

I sat down to read this afternoon and wound up taking a long nap; all three of us sat in our chairs/sofa and slept for a long time. Big excitement, I tell you. It helped my head, though the migraine still isn’t completely gone.

Tomorrow’s big excitement is going to be making meat loaf; I think I’m going to be making most of the Christmas dinner, too. I’m thinking to roast a chicken; Mother is going to make her sweet potato casserole with the crumbly brown sugar and pecans on top. We’ll wing it from there. Oh, and I made another Peanut Butter Pie tonight. Daddy looked at it and said “Is that mine?” and Mother and I cracked up.


Otherwise, I am not happy with his lack of progress. He is a ghost of himself-- way too quiet; he almost never speaks unless we ask him something directly. I really do think the anaesthesia/hospitalization has taken away the man I knew, and I don't know if he'll be back.

I miss my kitties. I wanna go home. I want my Daddy back. I want everything to be okay again.

whoa

Dec. 18th, 2006 08:40 pm
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The peanut butter pie was such a hit that the entire thing is gone. Daddy was really funny-- every time I'd see him, he'd have chocolate crumbs (from the crust) on his cheeks or chin. Amy wanted some for dessert tonight, and by the time she was ready, there was one piece left, and it had bite marks on every edge except the outside diameter edge. I'm really glad he's enjoying it so much.

I'm noticing that he is being much quieter than usual. He's also been vague about things-- forgetting some words and such. That part isn't bothering me as much as how quiet he's been. It strikes me that he's being quiet so we don't figure out how much he's forgetting, but that's just my wild-assed guess. I know Mother has been really concerned about him. The professionals are being very reassuring, saying that he's doing very well. I think he's doing well physically, and he's probably doing reasonably well mentally and I'm just wrestling with the whole mortality thing. He seems shrunken somehow.

There was an absolutely astonishing article in the local paper today, saying that women are more stressed through the holidays than men are. Good thing I was sitting down, or the shock would have knocked me over. Ha. I figure that ranks right up there with "it snows in Alaska in the winter" and "water is wet." And in addition to the seasonal joys of shopping and seeing people that I don't necessarily want to spend time with, two years ago in December my beloved Siamese cat died, a year ago my favorite Aunt died, and this year my dad broke his hip and is noticeably diminished. I think he'll get much better than he is now, but it's still kinda rough.

I'm glad that he's still here.

thankfully

Nov. 24th, 2006 10:08 am
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I had a very pleasant Turkey Day. Made two pies (not the most successful; I think my oven Has Issues) but still good. Kind of puttered around and called everybody I needed to call for a Holiday.

My brother is in California soaking up the sun; it was the usual Akron winter weather when they left so it obviously didn't occur to him to take shorts; he's now regretting that oversight. What a way to suffer. And [livejournal.com profile] anonamys couldn't leave her internship till Thurs AM sometime, so was just getting into Seattle when I called. She was getting doggy-kisses and much affection from the cats (nothing so tacky as kitty kisses; they'd save that till nobody was watching, get a grip) and she and [livejournal.com profile] freudian_slip were getting ready to go to his family's for dinner. Mother said she fixed a much-scaled-down version of their traditional meal; she and Daddy just enjoyed the hell out of it. They're both sick to death of institutional food by this time, so home cooking was just the ticket. Plus, some friends brought them a jam cake, which I hadn't thought about for years, probably, but made my mouth water when I heard the words. Yum. Mother also said Daddy hasn't been disoriented, which was the thing that had me the most worried. And she said they think his foot-drop (learnt the name from Amy) will go away after some time.

So I was happy as a clam to hear that my peeps are doing well, and was able to go to [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell's house for dinner with a light heart. Everything was well in hand when I arrived, though breathless as any major meal is at that point in the prep. I'm glad that I'm "family" enough that I can get there early and help a bit instead of it being a big formal type thing. Yay, family! [livejournal.com profile] zihuatanejo and his parents came for dinner, too. His parents were great fun. They had just driven up from Fla; believe me, after I make a trip of that length I am incoherent and certainly not up to being alert, nevermind charming and funny. Mad props.

Dinner was wonderful, of course. It always is, there. And I had fun talking to [livejournal.com profile] foklens about rock-and-roll. And it was real rock-and-roll we were listening to/talking about, too, not over-processed "rock." I espoused my theory that rock-and-roll should be something that your mama would hate and didn't think till later that I don't hate it, but my mama does, so that makes it okay for me. I don't know how their mamas feel about it. I was feeling good enough (after having to take more Imitrex than I wished, but damn, it worked) that I was enjoying the hell out of having the speakers cranked and a good bass line having its way with me. I remembered how much I like that music, and was able to articulate that the only reason I don't listen to it more often is the damn migraines. And I'm gonna go hear foklens' band play at the Upper Deck on New Year's Eve. Yay! I've been wanting to do that, so I'm happy to find out they're playing some time when I don't have an exam or paper due within two days, or some event that I have to attend for whatever reason.

Well, I suppose I should get started on the next big project. Le Sigh. Here I am, all in the mood for kicking back and enjoying turkey and rock-and-roll, and I have to write a paper. And, oh, yeah-- this one is 50% of the grade for the class. Oh, I had definitely better get to work.
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Sitting here studying for a mid-term in Archives. I am SO underwhelmed with Archives. Totally not what I originally thought, though I did later get a sort of primer from a friend. Still, it isn't even what I expected after talking to her. I don't know if our teacher is precisely correct (I think he is) or somewhat prejudiced because he's the State Archivist. Anyway, he says that Archives, in its purest definition, is government records. Technically speaking, all those other things/places out there storing handwritten or photographic bits of history aren't Archives at all. Too bad, because I'm a hell of a lot more interested in those than I am in a discussion of theories of organization of the records of the Department of Agriculture. FBI-- more interesting. Heh.

I have also pretty much abandoned my theory that making reading notes is a good way to study. I'd heard, and thought I'd found it true, that writing something helps you remember it. What I'm finding is that, um, well, no, not really. I feel really silly sitting in class, knowing I've read the material and even made notes on it, and not being able to answer when the teacher says "What is... (insert estoric topic here)? Did you read the materials?" Well, yeah, but as Idonea says, I've slept since then! Also, when I need to find something in the book it's a lot harder when I only have notes to refer to-- even when I have helpfully noted the page each note came from. And when I go to study for an exam, I have reading notes, plus class notes, which often refer to the text, with no way to find what they refer to. If I don't understand something I've highlighted in the book, it's sure easeir to find more info than it is from reading notes. The last couple of weeks I've been highlighting, like every other poor student, and I sure don't think it's hurt me any. I guess I could say I'm no more addlepated than before, but that's hardly a ringing endorsement.

I saw something I thought amusing when I was at the Farmer's Market the other day. I was at an apple booth, and this man came rushing up, all self-important, and said to the woman who was waiting on me "Do you have any Red Delicious apples?" We'll ignore the fact that he could have asked the other woman who was not waiting on anyone, and focus instead on the inanity. Why the HELL would you go to a booth displaying a dozen different kind of apples, with descriptions of tartness/sweetness and cooking qualities, not to mention samples for tasting, and get the most bland, flavorless, dry, cardboard excuse for an apple that ever existed? I had to laugh. All I could think was, he'll get what he deserves. Meanwhile, I'd like to think that I, too, am getting what I deserve-- I'm trying different varieties of apples, both "cooking" and "eating," and enjoying them tremendously. I still remember taking Amy to visit colleges in Massachusetts, and walking into a generic little grocery that had a huge selection of dozens of different kinds of apples. At that time I'd very rarely seen anything besides Red and Golden Delicious in the stores and was completely overwhelmed. That store didn't have the good descriptions, so it was kind of random, but I gotta say, we walked out with lots of apples. Soon after that, I started seeing more variety available here too, though nothing like that. EVery time I see a good display of apples I remember that.

Okay, enough meandering. Back to the dusty Archives.

oh, geez

Sep. 27th, 2006 11:30 am
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So. I had a physical a few weeks back. Boring details here )
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It's been coolish all day, rainy this afternoon. I stopped at the grocery store on the way home from the chair store, and the lovely peppers just called to me.... chili.... chili.... chili... so I succumbed. Anaheims, poblano, serrano, jalapeno....they were all so pretty, I got some of each. (Gee, I'm easy today...) Now there is a glorious pot of chili simmering on the stove, making the house smell lovely. Yummmmm.

dayum

Aug. 24th, 2006 12:48 pm
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It's been a long, expensive morning. I had an 8:30 appointment to get the oil changed in my car. I also need to get it inspected (overdue--oops) but my guy doesn't do inspections. Oh, well, I'll get the oil change and then go. Not so fast, there, missy. Seems that I need new wiper blades and new tires on at least the front two tires before it'll pass. Oh, and I need an alignment, too. Since Steve doesn't do tires I know it isn't just a scam, but I still have to get it done. Up the street to the tire place. I didn't think to check the time when I left Steve's, but the oil change was fairly quick. Not so the tires. Sigh.

I did take a book, but it turns out to be by the same author as the book I just abandoned out of disgust. (An un-funny rip-off of one of my favorite series ever.) Steve had good magazines, including the most up-to-date in a good variety of genres, but not so the tire place. Nope, nothing there but sports and hunting-type outdoor mags. Do they think only good-ole-boys buy tires? Okay, there was one-- count 'em, ONE-- Good Housekeeping. Geez. I went back to the bad mysetery book. At 11:00 I was set-upon by a smarmy loudmouth who decided that I really needed to know the entire plot of the latest Clive Cussler he had read-- I'm betting this author is quite the hit with conspiracy buffs. Geez, President Lincoln tied to the smokestack of a ship going down the Potomac, and replaced by an actor who was then killed at the Ford Theater? Poison poured into the ocean to cause "red algae" (as the man called it)? "It makes you think," the smarmy one intones with a meaningful nod. "If you like history and are into mysteries." I did my best to not look like I was interested in history, which wasn't too much of a stretch, especially right then. I don't even recall what he said about the third plot he kept telling me was intertwined; "Cussler always has three stories in his books." I guess my brain was just awash in red algae. I would have given my eye teeth for an iPod right then. It would have been so cranked up.

I finally threw myself on the mercy of the clerk, and bless her heart, a mere half hour later the car was done and I was away from the crazy "history" man. Not that it had anything to do with history, mind you.

I still need to get the wipers, but that's pretty minor, all things considered.

I have my first class of the semester tonight. It's at State, and I think I might walk. Class will be out before it gets dark, at least for a few more weeks, I think. I've heard the class might move, which would mean walking isn't in the picture. Oh, well.

I took a wild hair and added fresh peach chunks to my bean/corn/salsa salad for lunch and it was really good. Who knew? Hell, what on earth made me think of it? Glad I did, though.

meh

Jul. 31st, 2006 04:40 pm
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I still haven't heard from my teacher that she recieved my paper; she said if we hadn't heard from her within 24 hours of sending it we should send it again. Does that mean I could have taken an extra 24 hours and then sent it in and been all like batting the eyelashes? Anyway I won't feel completely safe till she says she's got it, or better yet, posted the grade.

It has reached that time of year that gets too hot even for me, queen of hot weather. Low of 77 at night? I give. Too much.

So, tonight. I get to go eat West Texas BBQ (and may I be shot for calling it that instead of spelling out the whole word. No, wait Livia spelt it that way. S'okay.) and pinto beans and potato salad and cornbread. Recipes posted on harleenquinzell's site. Just in case you haven't already seen it. Anyway, we eat and then we sew. Garb, here we come!

huh.

Jul. 24th, 2006 07:47 pm
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One of my neighbors-- I think it's Miss Lily-- hammers like a girl. taptaptaptap This wouldn't be strange at all if she were physically a girl, but she's a tranny, and presumably has the upper body strength of a man. An out-of-shape, middle aged man to be sure, but still. I'm sure it would be taken amiss if I were to offer to teach her how to hammer. I mean, I'm a girl (okay, middle aged and out of shape) but I know the bit about not expecting to get any power by swinging from the wrist. Geez. (Hmmmm... sounds like I think Miss Lily swings from her wrists.... not exactly what I meant. I don't even really want to think about Miss Lily swinging. Eek.)

I splurged tonight and got a steak for dinner. It was a reasonably good one to begin with, and then I marinated it for an hour (shoulda been longer but my patience ran out) in a bourbon marinade that I cobbled together after reading several recipes online. (About that information seeking behavior...) I wound up with too much vinegar and too little bourbon in it, but that can be fixed. It was a very good tender steak, all in all, and I think I really needed red meat for some reason. Yum.

Back to the term paper.
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Well, not really. If I went to the store like I need to, though, I might, cause it's Raining In Earnest out there (poor Earnest!)

The temps have been high enough that I've gone into summer food mode-- ceviche, gazpacho, mozzarella and tomatoes w/ balsamic vinegar (adding feta and cukes make it even better) and that Tex-Mex salad (beans, corn, crunchy stuff and salsa) are staples. The ceviche, of course, is on the expensive end of the spectrum so it's not as frequent as the others. I think I'm going to do it soon, though. Maybe a version with mango in it, since I got a flat of them before the apprenticing ceremony and still have several left. Oooh, or chicken salad with mango-- I just found a recipe with a ginger/orange dressing. Yum.

I've been doing my readings for one of my classes-- they haven't started yet, but one teacher has sent out the syllabus. I'm really glad I started early-- it's given me time to digest. This is pretty dense stuff, some of it anyway. A co-worker had the class earlier and loaned me her copies of the readings so I don't have to pay to copy everything, which is a Good Thing, since her 3" notebook is filled. She also had notes on some of the readings which clarified a few things for me. One of my concerns was that I thought the teacher wanted us to submit a question for each reading, due by noon the day before class. Tess's notes included comments but not questions, so I re-read the requirements. Whew! Comments are acceptable, too. That I can do; I've been collecting them as I read.

We also have to write a 3-page paper on a personal information search. I think I'm going to do that one on info required for making an Italian Ren dress. I'm pretty sure I can spin that into three pages.

Another requirement is a 10-page paper on the topic of "information needs and uses of a group that is of interest" to me. Of course, my first thought was "SCA!" Think of all the research we do. Second thought: "There probably isn't a lot of published research on the SCA per se." Third: "How can I frame the question to be able to find useful articles?" Guess that shows I'm learning to adapt. Nia suggested a further adaptation-- how the SCA creates its own sources-- The Oak, The Known World Handbook, The Complete Anachronist, not to mention hundreds of websites-- and how other SCAdians find what they need there. Given the way the assignment is worded, that'd work.

*Note: if any of you have thoughts or suggestions on references or citations for this topic, please let me know ASAP. This whole class is only 5 weeks long!

Oh, and there was a really cute guy in the laundry room this morning. Not quite sure what it was about him, but he kinda reminded me of Richard Gere. Hubba hubba! Nice butt, too. Heh. I was so befuddled that I couldn't even think of any way to start a conversation. He even quit folding laundry to go hold the door for me when he saw out of the corner of his eye that I was ready to leave. Wow.

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