"she opened her book and her box of tools"

Food front: i made awesome carrot-ginger-cashew soup last night, which was enough to keep me from being depressed about the failure of the applebutter-cardamon-oatmeal cookies. if i'm ambitious, and tonight's experiment with pad thai works, i'll be making the molasses sugar cookies. if i'm not, some other night this week. i'll be making the baked mac'n'cheese for potluck, and something called honolulu skillet beans thursday which is sort of like bakedbeans, but with pineapple chunk and hoisin sauce. i'll probably wait until thursday to mull cider, it doesn't seem like it goes with pad thai very well. i got pizza this weekend, and it's strangely guiltfree when we walk to florence to pick up the miniwheats from the pizza factory and froofy beverages from coopers and sit in the little triangle of land in front of the VA to eat it. and i remain very lucky to have found someone to spend my life with who appreciates ludicrous amounts of garlic on just about everything.

Holiday front: I managed to remember to light the jackolanterns before light came home last night, which i was pleased with myself, and there were a couple adorable children to even out the teenage proto-thugs who came for candy. (i never contemplated the existence of infant Oscars. It seems a name you simple arrive at in your midthirties, not grow up with. and our neighbor-child with a gigantic fan of peacock feathers intrigued Funnyface.) i remain excited about cooking a gigantic thanksgiving feast for light and myself and already anticipate the need for the purchase of additional tupperware, and maybe even another pot. and i need to start holiday shopping, which never feels quite right until the snow starts falling, and all i can think of to get light are tshirts, videogames and dvds, which feels terribly uninventive of me. And I need to get wrapping paper and send out Media's bday present very soon. I bought a thanksgiving card that i'm now embarrassed to send, but i hope to get over myself, since it's pretty and i still really like mailing things to people. motion's card was a joy and a surprise to receive, even if it gave me a little initial pause.

leaving the house front: In theory, seeing Social (with a gazillion other people) a restaurant in easthampton on friday, and then driving out to visit my mother and dress-shop on saturday. trying not to expose my tattoos might be a little nerve wracking, but it's probably worth an expensive dress and i'm looking forward to having the what-to-wear behind me. and then next weekend, which will be a long one will involve a potential visit from Chile (the foodsubstance, not the country) and maybe i'll get to finally see Spark. the weekend after that, the dar/girlyman show and then maybe a trip to marshfield. then my ludicrous thanksgiving and hopefully the peabody essex.

multiple other disjointed fronts: i've calmed a little bit about Light's mother's opinion of my opinion of the wedding. even though i regularly feel pretty guilty about the class i now inhabit, i can still fall back on old habits of carrying chips around on my shoulder for a little comfort in the face of certain types of rejection. i've acquired a strange stabbing pain in the bottom of my foot, a little in front of my heel on the outside of the foot, and it's not a bone bruise, or the weird too-little-arch support feeling. i imagine it's from walking in my now completely heelless birks, but it irks and it aches. i've begun to wonder what people who don't cook do with all the extra time they must have. for the record, whenever i've wondered an equivalent thing about people who don't read, i've just felt sad for them. but on the cooking front, i'm actually curious.

i got a work compliment, and it angers me a little how susceptible to the rush of acknowledgement i still i am. I failed to find any sort of ritual for sorting what to keep and what to let go that spoke to me for this particular high holidays. i wish i was more suited to any sort of meditation sometimes, but multiple attempts have proven it to not be quite my thing. i managed to unlock the eternal moon stage on katamari damacy.

more of the same, and a few bits different and a couple things problematic that will remain unaddressed, but the sum total quite good.
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"she opened her book and her box of tools"

Food front: i made awesome carrot-ginger-cashew soup last night, which was enough to keep me from being depressed about the failure of the applebutter-cardamon-oatmeal cookies. if i'm ambitious, and tonight's experiment with pad thai works, i'll be making the molasses sugar cookies. if i'm not, some other night this week. i'll be making the baked mac'n'cheese for potluck, and something called honolulu skillet beans thursday which is sort of like bakedbeans, but with pineapple chunk and hoisin sauce. i'll probably wait until thursday to mull cider, it doesn't seem like it goes with pad thai very well. i got pizza this weekend, and it's strangely guiltfree when we walk to florence to pick up the miniwheats from the pizza factory and froofy beverages from coopers and sit in the little triangle of land in front of the VA to eat it. and i remain very lucky to have found someone to spend my life with who appreciates ludicrous amounts of garlic on just about everything.

Holiday front: I managed to remember to light the jackolanterns before light came home last night, which i was pleased with myself, and there were a couple adorable children to even out the teenage proto-thugs who came for candy. (i never contemplated the existence of infant Oscars. It seems a name you simple arrive at in your midthirties, not grow up with. and our neighbor-child with a gigantic fan of peacock feathers intrigued Funnyface.) i remain excited about cooking a gigantic thanksgiving feast for light and myself and already anticipate the need for the purchase of additional tupperware, and maybe even another pot. and i need to start holiday shopping, which never feels quite right until the snow starts falling, and all i can think of to get light are tshirts, videogames and dvds, which feels terribly uninventive of me. And I need to get wrapping paper and send out Media's bday present very soon. I bought a thanksgiving card that i'm now embarrassed to send, but i hope to get over myself, since it's pretty and i still really like mailing things to people. motion's card was a joy and a surprise to receive, even if it gave me a little initial pause.

leaving the house front: In theory, seeing Social (with a gazillion other people) a restaurant in easthampton on friday, and then driving out to visit my mother and dress-shop on saturday. trying not to expose my tattoos might be a little nerve wracking, but it's probably worth an expensive dress and i'm looking forward to having the what-to-wear behind me. and then next weekend, which will be a long one will involve a potential visit from Chile (the foodsubstance, not the country) and maybe i'll get to finally see Spark. the weekend after that, the dar/girlyman show and then maybe a trip to marshfield. then my ludicrous thanksgiving and hopefully the peabody essex.

multiple other disjointed fronts: i've calmed a little bit about Light's mother's opinion of my opinion of the wedding. even though i regularly feel pretty guilty about the class i now inhabit, i can still fall back on old habits of carrying chips around on my shoulder for a little comfort in the face of certain types of rejection. i've acquired a strange stabbing pain in the bottom of my foot, a little in front of my heel on the outside of the foot, and it's not a bone bruise, or the weird too-little-arch support feeling. i imagine it's from walking in my now completely heelless birks, but it irks and it aches. i've begun to wonder what people who don't cook do with all the extra time they must have. for the record, whenever i've wondered an equivalent thing about people who don't read, i've just felt sad for them. but on the cooking front, i'm actually curious.

i got a work compliment, and it angers me a little how susceptible to the rush of acknowledgement i still i am. I failed to find any sort of ritual for sorting what to keep and what to let go that spoke to me for this particular high holidays. i wish i was more suited to any sort of meditation sometimes, but multiple attempts have proven it to not be quite my thing. i managed to unlock the eternal moon stage on katamari damacy.

more of the same, and a few bits different and a couple things problematic that will remain unaddressed, but the sum total quite good.
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