Hi all,
For sanity's sake, I let it slide the past few days. Hum has been getting sicker and sicker, throwing Dather and myself together. Tuesday morning she managed to get a cake made for a neighborhood house father's birthday, and also ran the morning crew, but I think that's about it. It must be frustrating to be such a go-getter and be stuck in body (with another body...) and unable to do whatever you want. On would argue that a child is pretty good for recompense, but we all know that's debatable. : p
Really though, there are benefits to living with children. Like when they drag in the single flower that they cut and need a place for it, likewise for the wriggling worm. Pretty darn cute.
Anyhow, Tuesday morning I attached the chain I made to my piece. It took a little wrangling, but it now hangs almost absolutely straight. Not that I have anything to hang it on, but it will look nice in my window eventually. It's nice that they let me keep it, but I'm pretty sure it's not sale material...But I'll get there.
I also started on my new piece, which will feature an agate slice in the middle, and various shades of purple. One day I'll hit the warm colors...
Tuesday afternoon I brought Hum's cake and some peaches I'd cooked down in syrup to the neighbor's. The house had cafe lunch, and I'd made a delicious feast of noodles with garlic, greens and chard sauteed in butter with some parmesan cheese after I'd done the peaches. Yum.
I wasn't able to stay long, but appreciated Franklin and his friend's ridiculous vibrato...longest rendition of "Happy Birthday" ever.
I then had my first "rhythmic massage". It was less then idyllic, however, as the basement it's in is currently under construction and it's not reassuring to have dust falling through holes in the ceiling when all you're dressed in is a sheet! I'm not sure about the method either, but it definitely didn't hurt anything!
When I got home for dinner at around 5:30 - things always run late on Tuesday - nothing had been started for dinner. Dather seemed surprised at the thought that he could've started the proceedings. Sigh. It's going to take some time. I whipped up some pesto and had everything ready by 6 anyhow.
At 7:30 we had a mandatory meeting about some events that had transpired, but it was relatively painless. We had a good group discussion afterward, and I think we have a chance of getting a series of monthly (/bimonthly?) meetings out of it along with planning community events. We hope to have a karaoke night within the next 2 weeks. It could be ridiculously awesome...
I had a chat next door, due to some house drama and then went out with Julia. We were going to do a walk...but that was transformed into "Let's drive into Cupcake and get icecream!" Unfortunately, the drive was blocked off and the restaurant was closed. However, we realized that the restaurant was being filmed in - a commercial perhaps? - but since it's such a neat restaurant (think 50's diner), it could definitely be for a movie. We suppressed the (very mild...) urge to go and ask if they needed extras.
We returned and got ice cream at the co-op. Supporting the village and organic ice cream. Probably for the best...
Wednesday was interesting from the start as I'd planned out the day, only to have it broken to pieces when I found out that we'd be having a neighborhood lunch. I ended up making Mexican millet for 20 people. Long story short, I also threw together Julia's vegetable stir fry as she was cleaning up projectile vomit that also happened to hit her. It was a tad bit crazy. The lunch went fine, however, and the meeting as well. It was a gorgeous afternoon, with beautiful clouds.
Last evening I took a walk with Connie, and we've decided to make it a weeknight tradition (minus Thursdays, because of activities) for the summer. It's easier to listen to her when we're walking, I think the movement helps and she's more relaxed. She's also not disturbing me when I'm trying to concentrate on cooking or doing meds or such, which is also good.
Then I went and said goodbye to S&B friends (not Bean...who's finally back from vacation again...), and we had tea and made s'mores in the toaster oven. They're leaving me...one by one...
I then popped over to another house around 9:30, and had good timing - they'd just began the film "The Perfume". I didn't think it could be as disturbing as the book, but I have to say that they got close. It was good to be out and around people last night, even if it was almost midnight by the time I got back. Tonight I really need to work on and finish some tomato planters, so during the activity night I'll be with Bean.
Hope all is well,
Steph
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Call Your Mother
Hi all,
A long but relaxed day today. I was downstairs by 8 to get the water boiling for tea and the rest of the cold serve-yourself-cereal breakfast out by 8:30. I surprised the children, who were huddled around their small art desk. Minutes later, I was asked to fetch down the children's cookbook. When they started carting all the ingredients out, I became resigned to how I would spend my morning. Their recipe called for (in nice cartoon pictures): 1 cup buttermilk (which the oldest was going to do using balsamic vinegar...interesting...), 2 eggs, 1/2 cup "corn" (I assume they meant cornflour, but they showed a picture of corn on the cob...), some melted butter and that was about it before frying the "pancakes". Let's all think about the liquid to dry ratio here for a moment, shall we?
Needless to say, I stepped in and helped with adding some flour and baking powder/soda and helped with the actual frying. It's cute they wanted to make their mom breakfast, but as I'd be the one cleaning up any messes (and first in line for the screaming from potential burns), I decided it was for the best that I stepped in. We got a breakfast tray together, and they proudly assembled in her room. The oldest ran down minutes later to say how much her mother liked the breakfast and that we should save the recipe for some Friday morning. As I brought up the rest of the pancakes (I think the recipe made about 12...), I left my cereal bowl next to the stove, about half finished.
Two minutes later, I come down to see Beau (who'd already eaten his bowl of cereal and deposited it nicely in the sink) with my bowl and spoon in hand in the middle of the kitchen.
"Beau! Are you eating my cereal?!?"
"Hahahaha. Yeah!" And he tottered off to the kitchen table to finish it.
Honestly. What do you say to that?
He was in extremely high spirits today, and I heard him laughing from the living room when I related the story to housemom - who thanked me for intervening with the corn - apparently she's eaten some very interesting Mother's Day meals in the past. Later, when I was helping him with his teeth, he was rapping on the walls and also chortling the entire time. His mood was only further bettered when he got to watch some of The Lone Ranger and I had to help him scrub under his nails and trim them. They were pretty long, but apparently he won't let Sam help him with them yet. So that's something to work on.
During the afternoon I helped housemom tidy up the garage. She was mystified as to why there were burlap sacks in the garage - apparently I'd told everyone but her...and she'd been asking the neighbors. Also, the children's small tent had blown to the far edge of the lawn and since it was so windy, I'd stuck it in the garage as well. So I helped her solve some mysteries. I also called my mother to wish her a happy Mother's Day.
Anyhow, I think that was about it really.
Hope all is well,
Steph
A long but relaxed day today. I was downstairs by 8 to get the water boiling for tea and the rest of the cold serve-yourself-cereal breakfast out by 8:30. I surprised the children, who were huddled around their small art desk. Minutes later, I was asked to fetch down the children's cookbook. When they started carting all the ingredients out, I became resigned to how I would spend my morning. Their recipe called for (in nice cartoon pictures): 1 cup buttermilk (which the oldest was going to do using balsamic vinegar...interesting...), 2 eggs, 1/2 cup "corn" (I assume they meant cornflour, but they showed a picture of corn on the cob...), some melted butter and that was about it before frying the "pancakes". Let's all think about the liquid to dry ratio here for a moment, shall we?
Needless to say, I stepped in and helped with adding some flour and baking powder/soda and helped with the actual frying. It's cute they wanted to make their mom breakfast, but as I'd be the one cleaning up any messes (and first in line for the screaming from potential burns), I decided it was for the best that I stepped in. We got a breakfast tray together, and they proudly assembled in her room. The oldest ran down minutes later to say how much her mother liked the breakfast and that we should save the recipe for some Friday morning. As I brought up the rest of the pancakes (I think the recipe made about 12...), I left my cereal bowl next to the stove, about half finished.
Two minutes later, I come down to see Beau (who'd already eaten his bowl of cereal and deposited it nicely in the sink) with my bowl and spoon in hand in the middle of the kitchen.
"Beau! Are you eating my cereal?!?"
"Hahahaha. Yeah!" And he tottered off to the kitchen table to finish it.
Honestly. What do you say to that?
He was in extremely high spirits today, and I heard him laughing from the living room when I related the story to housemom - who thanked me for intervening with the corn - apparently she's eaten some very interesting Mother's Day meals in the past. Later, when I was helping him with his teeth, he was rapping on the walls and also chortling the entire time. His mood was only further bettered when he got to watch some of The Lone Ranger and I had to help him scrub under his nails and trim them. They were pretty long, but apparently he won't let Sam help him with them yet. So that's something to work on.
During the afternoon I helped housemom tidy up the garage. She was mystified as to why there were burlap sacks in the garage - apparently I'd told everyone but her...and she'd been asking the neighbors. Also, the children's small tent had blown to the far edge of the lawn and since it was so windy, I'd stuck it in the garage as well. So I helped her solve some mysteries. I also called my mother to wish her a happy Mother's Day.
Anyhow, I think that was about it really.
Hope all is well,
Steph
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Average
Hi all,
I have to admit, that today lacked any of the drama of yesterday. This for me, of course, is a good thing. Although I am pretty sure that my first attempt at doing yogurt from start to finish ended up being a spectacular failure. I'll have to go check after I post. However, 5 hours after I put it on the dryer to set, it was still all watery. So, probably not a good thing.
Tuesday is Garden Market, and I was relieved to find carrots and onions. We go through an average of 2-4 onions a day, and carrots can be good fillers. It's harder to fill the mornings when I don't have to cook, but by doing this and that I managed and kept the work crew pretty busy.
Lunch was pretty terrible. After one bite of the amorphous (but similar to creamed mashed potatoes) entree, I resigned myself to eating the 6 bites of salad and choking down the grainy tapioca. Honestly, I would have been pissed to pay $8 for something that tasted like that. That's a decent budget (especially considering the dessert is usually pudding of one sort or another...), and you could make some really good stuff. But I don't think the person who runs it is overly fond of her job, because the meals are usually rather lackluster. Thankfully, there were leftovers to heat up when I got home.
Rest hour sucked because the children were running around and screaming like hellions. Since housedad is back, I think both parents are trying to foist them off on eachother. NOT happy to be surrounded by their shrieks. It also bugs the villagers who also like to nap during this time. I don't think I'm being too unreasonable here, either.
Today we got our big weekly shipment in, so the co-op was busy putting things away. We also got the 100 dozen eggs that will get delivered by the bakery tomorrow. I'm still not sure why they come to us first, but there's probably some reason. Perhaps not a good one, but one somewhere...
After dinner (Maria and Connie were out with their workplace for a dinner...nice!), I did a run to the barn on the house bike. It was interesting as the brakes are practically non-existent. I almost didn't make a turn. Additionally, while housemom said the milk can fits in the basket, I wasn't sure how much of it should be slopping out. Not much did, but it was hardly reassuring.
I'm looking forward to going out for Stitch 'n Bitch tonight. We've been rotating houses, which is kind of fun. I really haven't been in the one we're going to be at tonight, and it's always interesting to see other peoples' house. I just had a thought though, it's too bad that I'm the only one doing chain maille - or we could call it "Maille and Rail". Catchy, no?
Hope all is well,
Steph
I have to admit, that today lacked any of the drama of yesterday. This for me, of course, is a good thing. Although I am pretty sure that my first attempt at doing yogurt from start to finish ended up being a spectacular failure. I'll have to go check after I post. However, 5 hours after I put it on the dryer to set, it was still all watery. So, probably not a good thing.
Tuesday is Garden Market, and I was relieved to find carrots and onions. We go through an average of 2-4 onions a day, and carrots can be good fillers. It's harder to fill the mornings when I don't have to cook, but by doing this and that I managed and kept the work crew pretty busy.
Lunch was pretty terrible. After one bite of the amorphous (but similar to creamed mashed potatoes) entree, I resigned myself to eating the 6 bites of salad and choking down the grainy tapioca. Honestly, I would have been pissed to pay $8 for something that tasted like that. That's a decent budget (especially considering the dessert is usually pudding of one sort or another...), and you could make some really good stuff. But I don't think the person who runs it is overly fond of her job, because the meals are usually rather lackluster. Thankfully, there were leftovers to heat up when I got home.
Rest hour sucked because the children were running around and screaming like hellions. Since housedad is back, I think both parents are trying to foist them off on eachother. NOT happy to be surrounded by their shrieks. It also bugs the villagers who also like to nap during this time. I don't think I'm being too unreasonable here, either.
Today we got our big weekly shipment in, so the co-op was busy putting things away. We also got the 100 dozen eggs that will get delivered by the bakery tomorrow. I'm still not sure why they come to us first, but there's probably some reason. Perhaps not a good one, but one somewhere...
After dinner (Maria and Connie were out with their workplace for a dinner...nice!), I did a run to the barn on the house bike. It was interesting as the brakes are practically non-existent. I almost didn't make a turn. Additionally, while housemom said the milk can fits in the basket, I wasn't sure how much of it should be slopping out. Not much did, but it was hardly reassuring.
I'm looking forward to going out for Stitch 'n Bitch tonight. We've been rotating houses, which is kind of fun. I really haven't been in the one we're going to be at tonight, and it's always interesting to see other peoples' house. I just had a thought though, it's too bad that I'm the only one doing chain maille - or we could call it "Maille and Rail". Catchy, no?
Hope all is well,
Steph
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