Time for a change of scenery. After 442 posts, I'm moving. I've been blogging in a new spot for a bit now (can it still be called "blogging" if it's no longer blogger? "wordpressing"? "pressing"?) I feel a bit sad to be leaving this blog, now that I've gone and done it, but I seem to require a change of blogs every four years. (Let's see what happens in 2012?!)
I can now be found at http://lemoineau.wordpress.com
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
three things on a thursday
1.) we have a betta fish. his name is jacques, and he came home with me a few days ago when I saw him languishing in about an inch of water in a tiny container, on the shelf at wal-mart. he's feeling a bit frisky tonight, swimming around his (comparatively HUGE!) fishbowl, winding his way between the plants, blowing little bubbles up at the surface. This is in contrast to when I first brought him home, and jacques did a lot of what John called "Lying on his couch" (lying almost perfectly flat, nestled against the botttom curve of the bowl).
2.) I haven't told anyone, but I have a huge thing for this show on TLC. I love how they don't try to pretend that their lives are perfect; yeah, they get cranky, yes, sometimes the screaming makes them want to scream. But they love each other, work it out, and are doing a wonderful job. Yay Jon and Kate Plus 8!
3.) I've been reading SARK's Succulent wild woman : dancing with your wonder-full self!. I'd heard things about her for years, and finally Inter-Library Loaned a few of her books; this was the first to arrive. and my, is it ever talking to me. relax. let it go. you don't have to be - or keep trying to be - perfect (what?!). be powerful. have fun. let yourself be creative. be delighted. These are all things I should know, but really, I get so distracted by other things to the point that I don't put enough of a priority on them; so I wander around in a sleepy haze after work until something tells me to snap out of it and do something for us or myself, instead of obsessively thinking about the latest bad situation at work.
(also, I just stumbled across this wikipedia page. oh my goodness! I want to go pack my little red suitcase, grab John's hand, and go there right now.)
(ps, I do actually have a little red suitcase. I found it at a yard sale last summer, and it is in 1950's mint condition. I took it on our honeymoon - it's small enough to be a carry-on and fit in the overhead compartment, and besides, it's just so darn cute!)
2.) I haven't told anyone, but I have a huge thing for this show on TLC. I love how they don't try to pretend that their lives are perfect; yeah, they get cranky, yes, sometimes the screaming makes them want to scream. But they love each other, work it out, and are doing a wonderful job. Yay Jon and Kate Plus 8!
3.) I've been reading SARK's Succulent wild woman : dancing with your wonder-full self!. I'd heard things about her for years, and finally Inter-Library Loaned a few of her books; this was the first to arrive. and my, is it ever talking to me. relax. let it go. you don't have to be - or keep trying to be - perfect (what?!). be powerful. have fun. let yourself be creative. be delighted. These are all things I should know, but really, I get so distracted by other things to the point that I don't put enough of a priority on them; so I wander around in a sleepy haze after work until something tells me to snap out of it and do something for us or myself, instead of obsessively thinking about the latest bad situation at work.
(also, I just stumbled across this wikipedia page. oh my goodness! I want to go pack my little red suitcase, grab John's hand, and go there right now.)
(ps, I do actually have a little red suitcase. I found it at a yard sale last summer, and it is in 1950's mint condition. I took it on our honeymoon - it's small enough to be a carry-on and fit in the overhead compartment, and besides, it's just so darn cute!)
Sunday, May 18, 2008
these days were made for cookin'
Friday night, I made Molly's Braised Onion Sauce with Pasta (originally from James Beard). I adapted it to meet our own taste; we've been dairy-free for three months now, so instead of butter, I used a few tablespoons of canola oil. We didn't have any Madeira, so I used 1/4 Chardonnay, and it was just amazing. I made a pound of pasta to go with it, so we had a lot left over (not as much as should have been; we kept going back for just one more bite), and it was so good reheated the next day, too (it made for a nice, comforting lunch at work on Saturday, paired with a great book and a quiet corner in the library).
Last night I made brownies. we should be ashamed there aren't more left. but we're not! oh, so brazen.
Today was chilly, windy, and felt like March or April. I hadn't spent a day in the kitchen for a while, but this one seemed made for it. I made two loaves of my French bread this morning; it's loosely based on a recipe I found at recipezaar, but changed to gluten-free, dairy-free, and with various other changes to certain ingredients, and also in handling. Today it turned out the best that it ever has, and unlike regular gluten-free bread, it also rose. This is amazing, because usually, gluten-free bread benefits from relaxing in a warm oven for a while before baking, but it doesn't rise, due to the lack of elastic gluten strands in the dough. I almost fell over when I opened the oven to check on it after 20 minutes nestled in the oven; I couldn't believe that it had risen as much as it did! It's light, chewy, has a crispy crust, and still, tonight, is moist; generally, gluten-free breads dry out and become crumbly quite quickly. I'm going to make two more loaves tomorrow, slice them, and put them in the freezer for sandwiches and toast. Yay!
Tonight, partially because I was so happy with how the bread turned out, and also because I was chilly in here, even with jeans and socks on, I made minestrone soup.
Minestrone Soup
(adapted from Vegetarian Times Complete Cookbook)
2 T extra virgin olive oil
1/4 c water
1 large onion, chopped
4 cloves of garlic, minced
2 carrots, thinly sliced
2 large or 4 small celery stalks, sliced
1 T dried basil
3/4 T dried oregano
10 oz fresh mini portabella mushrooms, cleaned and sliced
1 c chicken stock (I used 1 c hot water and one "Not Chik'n" boullion cube)
7 c water
1/2 head green cabbage
1 large potato, cut into small dice
1/2 zucchini, sliced lengthwise and sliced into thin semi-circles
2 14.5 oz cans of petite diced tomatoes, with juice
1 14.5 oz can chickpeas, drained and rinsed
Bragg's Liquid Aminos
1.) In a large pot, heat the olive oil and 1/4 c water; add onion and saute until translucent. Add the garlic, carrots, and celery until they're soft. stir in the herbs, a little salt, and pepper (if the mixture is getting too dry, turn down the heat and add 1 T water). add the mushrooms; when they're soft and have given up their juices, add the 1C water and boullion cube, and simmer until there's half the liquid.
2.) Core the cabbage; slice half of it into thin shreds. Add the water, cabbage, potato, zucchini, tomatoes, and chickpeas; simmer until the vegetables are tender. Splash in a tablespoon or two of Braggs, rather than salt; this adds a deeper flavour to the soup.
Feeds an army.
(I think it's even better the next day, after the flavours have blended overnight.)
Last night I made brownies. we should be ashamed there aren't more left. but we're not! oh, so brazen.
Today was chilly, windy, and felt like March or April. I hadn't spent a day in the kitchen for a while, but this one seemed made for it. I made two loaves of my French bread this morning; it's loosely based on a recipe I found at recipezaar, but changed to gluten-free, dairy-free, and with various other changes to certain ingredients, and also in handling. Today it turned out the best that it ever has, and unlike regular gluten-free bread, it also rose. This is amazing, because usually, gluten-free bread benefits from relaxing in a warm oven for a while before baking, but it doesn't rise, due to the lack of elastic gluten strands in the dough. I almost fell over when I opened the oven to check on it after 20 minutes nestled in the oven; I couldn't believe that it had risen as much as it did! It's light, chewy, has a crispy crust, and still, tonight, is moist; generally, gluten-free breads dry out and become crumbly quite quickly. I'm going to make two more loaves tomorrow, slice them, and put them in the freezer for sandwiches and toast. Yay!
Tonight, partially because I was so happy with how the bread turned out, and also because I was chilly in here, even with jeans and socks on, I made minestrone soup.
Minestrone Soup
(adapted from Vegetarian Times Complete Cookbook)
2 T extra virgin olive oil
1/4 c water
1 large onion, chopped
4 cloves of garlic, minced
2 carrots, thinly sliced
2 large or 4 small celery stalks, sliced
1 T dried basil
3/4 T dried oregano
10 oz fresh mini portabella mushrooms, cleaned and sliced
1 c chicken stock (I used 1 c hot water and one "Not Chik'n" boullion cube)
7 c water
1/2 head green cabbage
1 large potato, cut into small dice
1/2 zucchini, sliced lengthwise and sliced into thin semi-circles
2 14.5 oz cans of petite diced tomatoes, with juice
1 14.5 oz can chickpeas, drained and rinsed
Bragg's Liquid Aminos
1.) In a large pot, heat the olive oil and 1/4 c water; add onion and saute until translucent. Add the garlic, carrots, and celery until they're soft. stir in the herbs, a little salt, and pepper (if the mixture is getting too dry, turn down the heat and add 1 T water). add the mushrooms; when they're soft and have given up their juices, add the 1C water and boullion cube, and simmer until there's half the liquid.
2.) Core the cabbage; slice half of it into thin shreds. Add the water, cabbage, potato, zucchini, tomatoes, and chickpeas; simmer until the vegetables are tender. Splash in a tablespoon or two of Braggs, rather than salt; this adds a deeper flavour to the soup.
Feeds an army.
(I think it's even better the next day, after the flavours have blended overnight.)
Friday, May 16, 2008
shampoo-free
Interesting post about commercial shampoos and conditioners, and detailed instructions on how to cleanse your hair without using them.
Update: I tried this last night, the baking soda shampoo mix and apple vinegar rinse, and my hair feels wonderful this morning; it's soft, curly, and, I can't stop touching it; it's lovely. There's no residual paste from the baking soda, nor is there any lingering vinegar smell. My hair smells fresh, and looks better this morning (straight out of bed) than it has maybe ever.
Looks like I'll be doing this again next time.
Update: I tried this last night, the baking soda shampoo mix and apple vinegar rinse, and my hair feels wonderful this morning; it's soft, curly, and, I can't stop touching it; it's lovely. There's no residual paste from the baking soda, nor is there any lingering vinegar smell. My hair smells fresh, and looks better this morning (straight out of bed) than it has maybe ever.
Looks like I'll be doing this again next time.
sweet nothings
John: Did you know that in general, a woman's pH levels are more acidic, and men's are closer to a base?
(pause)
I'm more like detergent, you're more like hydrochloric acid.
(pause)
I'm more like detergent, you're more like hydrochloric acid.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
back away slowly.
I tend to bounce around from craft to craft, not staying long enough to completely master it, but enough to get a feel for it and be comfortable doing it. also, have noticed that i tend to change crafts with the seasons. winter? lots of heavy yarns and knitting almost every night (it keeps my hands warm). spring? open windows, beautiful watercolors splashing across the paper.
and now, heading into summer? quilting. what did I get myself into?! i keep cutting out squares. place the template on the cutting mat, slice, slice, slice, slice. trim frayed threads. go back over random spots the rotary cutter missed. move the template. slice, slice, slice, slice. trim frayed ETC ETC ETC. I've got hundreds of lovely tomato red, sky blue, and white squares (some patterns, some not, except for the white, which are solid) and am not done with this step yet, even though I've got tons of these things lying around; when i started out on this project, i was going to stick with square blocks of color, not attempting a more intricate pattern - not for my first quilt.
was. was! for some reason, i decided that slicing each square into two triangles and alternating 8 colored patterned and white triangles into a pinwheel shape to form a square (really, I have no better way to explain it) would be a better idea. way to add onto the time necessary to make this thing!
i can do it. it just feels like it's taking forever. i'm not an impatient person; it's just that i don't have tons of time to work on this project, and also that i'd never used these tools before, so it's moving along at such a slow, excruciating rate.
(and all this time, there's this little tiny voice that pipes up inside my head sometimes. "what? you, making a quilt?! you won't finish this thing!!" and then it nearly dies of laughter.)
the past couple of days I've been eyeing it, the stack of fabric on top of the cutting mat, sitting in the corner of the living room, as though it's an animal I'm worried is going to make an attempt on my life. walk carefully. don't make eye contact. it can smell fear.
and now, heading into summer? quilting. what did I get myself into?! i keep cutting out squares. place the template on the cutting mat, slice, slice, slice, slice. trim frayed threads. go back over random spots the rotary cutter missed. move the template. slice, slice, slice, slice. trim frayed ETC ETC ETC. I've got hundreds of lovely tomato red, sky blue, and white squares (some patterns, some not, except for the white, which are solid) and am not done with this step yet, even though I've got tons of these things lying around; when i started out on this project, i was going to stick with square blocks of color, not attempting a more intricate pattern - not for my first quilt.
was. was! for some reason, i decided that slicing each square into two triangles and alternating 8 colored patterned and white triangles into a pinwheel shape to form a square (really, I have no better way to explain it) would be a better idea. way to add onto the time necessary to make this thing!
i can do it. it just feels like it's taking forever. i'm not an impatient person; it's just that i don't have tons of time to work on this project, and also that i'd never used these tools before, so it's moving along at such a slow, excruciating rate.
(and all this time, there's this little tiny voice that pipes up inside my head sometimes. "what? you, making a quilt?! you won't finish this thing!!" and then it nearly dies of laughter.)
the past couple of days I've been eyeing it, the stack of fabric on top of the cutting mat, sitting in the corner of the living room, as though it's an animal I'm worried is going to make an attempt on my life. walk carefully. don't make eye contact. it can smell fear.
Monday, April 14, 2008
le moineau
I was inspired, just now, by some of Jeffrey Yamaguchi's 52 projects, and headed up to the office desk to let the creativity flow. I got as far as putting a coffee wash on one of my papers, then came back downstairs. And here I am, eating watermelon, coughing, snuggled in with a blanket, and getting a kick out of my husband's continuous political commentary.
Tomorrow I'm taking a sick day, and hoping that I won't be as sick as yesterday and today, so that I can enjoy my free day - it's my first real day that I've taken off since I started this job, seven months ago. I feel like maybe I can breathe, now, for a minute. Last week was horrendous, all my worries and feeling of drowning in the hopeless sameness of this job just coalesced into this big, horrible, dark monster. I nearly cried every morning when I had to go into the building, knowing that I wouldn't be back out for 10 hours. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh. To make matters worse, there's a book that seems to taunt me every time I make eye contact with it at work: Encore: Finding Work that Matters in the Second Half of Life. Second half? What about this half?! I want to do something that matters now, matters to someone else and myself.
Something that has helped a bit, though, other than John's love, unasked-for footrubs, and his willingness to do the dishes many times during the week, no complaining involved, is my newly-developed habit of spending time up in the office (which I secretly call "the studio," and whose desk currently has my art supplies scattered across it. That's one of my most favourite things about art, to be frank; the supplies. I love the colors, the textures. The potential.). I slink up the stairs, a ramekin of water in my hand, and close the "office" door, turn on "Cat Power" or the "Amélie" soundtrack, or sometimes even just turn on an inter-library-loaned season of "As Time Goes By," and finally, finally relax, when watercolors are swishing and puddling across the paper.
(I'm working on a wordpress account right now; I just need a little somethin' somethin' new to help inspire me, I think. or maybe guilt at having a wordpress account and rarely using it? that would work, too. hopefully it won't come to that! I'll put the details here, when I'm done.)
My watermelon's gone, my coffee is dry, and I'm going to go kiss my husband (and try not to spread my flu germs), then retreat to the studio with my watercolours, while John reads a book on the Vietnam War.
xo.
Tomorrow I'm taking a sick day, and hoping that I won't be as sick as yesterday and today, so that I can enjoy my free day - it's my first real day that I've taken off since I started this job, seven months ago. I feel like maybe I can breathe, now, for a minute. Last week was horrendous, all my worries and feeling of drowning in the hopeless sameness of this job just coalesced into this big, horrible, dark monster. I nearly cried every morning when I had to go into the building, knowing that I wouldn't be back out for 10 hours. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh. To make matters worse, there's a book that seems to taunt me every time I make eye contact with it at work: Encore: Finding Work that Matters in the Second Half of Life. Second half? What about this half?! I want to do something that matters now, matters to someone else and myself.
Something that has helped a bit, though, other than John's love, unasked-for footrubs, and his willingness to do the dishes many times during the week, no complaining involved, is my newly-developed habit of spending time up in the office (which I secretly call "the studio," and whose desk currently has my art supplies scattered across it. That's one of my most favourite things about art, to be frank; the supplies. I love the colors, the textures. The potential.). I slink up the stairs, a ramekin of water in my hand, and close the "office" door, turn on "Cat Power" or the "Amélie" soundtrack, or sometimes even just turn on an inter-library-loaned season of "As Time Goes By," and finally, finally relax, when watercolors are swishing and puddling across the paper.
(I'm working on a wordpress account right now; I just need a little somethin' somethin' new to help inspire me, I think. or maybe guilt at having a wordpress account and rarely using it? that would work, too. hopefully it won't come to that! I'll put the details here, when I'm done.)
My watermelon's gone, my coffee is dry, and I'm going to go kiss my husband (and try not to spread my flu germs), then retreat to the studio with my watercolours, while John reads a book on the Vietnam War.
xo.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
quiet evening.
a quiet night at home tonight. we have so many busy evenings throughout the week (when I get off work later or when he has a night-time graduate class), and it seems like something's always coming up to make our time off busy, too...so i love these - rare! - slow evenings.
the book i'm reading is "The Produce Bible," by Leanne Kitchen. it's almost like a fruit/vegetable/nut encyclopaedia, but after the photo and general information about the produce item, there are recipes. i love this, because one of the things i've been aiming for lately is to add more diverse vegetables to our diet. exciting. i found it at work when i was reshelving the new books; it's a good thing i work at a library instead of a bookstore, because i'm always finding books that i just have to take home.
the purple tulips were waiting for me on the table when i got home from work tonight. that husband of mine, he's fabulous.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Q: Where have the months gone?
...And how did I fill my days without posting?
A:
Traveling to visit in-state relatives.
Helping out a friend.
Passing my probationary period at work - I've been there for four months now, which means that I'm finally beginning to accumulate vacation and sick time!
Housing, at one point, the two of us, my mom, dad, brother, co-worker, and co-worker's cat. In 600 sq. feet! QUITE CROWDED. COULDN'T BREATHE.
Celebrating 5th month and 6th month anniversaries.
Occasionally (ie rarely) eating out.
Going crazy in the kitchen, single-handedly making Christmas dinner for 8+ people (20# turkey? Gluten-free stuffing from homemade french bread? Brown Buttered Corn? Spiced, roasted sweet potatoes? Garlic butter mashed potatoes? And more? Yes, oh yes. Certifiably insane, but I felt quite satisfied and accomplished afterwards, I must say).
Reading dozens of books.
Watching (and hearing) far too much political coverage, over every single little development, as John is a Political Junkie Extraordinaire.
Getting footrubs (nice.).
Being very, very tired of the tinny, watery Winter light. I'm so eager for Spring, for the clocks to spring ahead, for it to still be light out when I finally get home from work, for there to be real light to take pictures by. This watered-down version of light, which disappears long before I get home, is getting frustrating.
A:
Traveling to visit in-state relatives.
Helping out a friend.
Passing my probationary period at work - I've been there for four months now, which means that I'm finally beginning to accumulate vacation and sick time!
Housing, at one point, the two of us, my mom, dad, brother, co-worker, and co-worker's cat. In 600 sq. feet! QUITE CROWDED. COULDN'T BREATHE.
Celebrating 5th month and 6th month anniversaries.
Occasionally (ie rarely) eating out.
Going crazy in the kitchen, single-handedly making Christmas dinner for 8+ people (20# turkey? Gluten-free stuffing from homemade french bread? Brown Buttered Corn? Spiced, roasted sweet potatoes? Garlic butter mashed potatoes? And more? Yes, oh yes. Certifiably insane, but I felt quite satisfied and accomplished afterwards, I must say).
Reading dozens of books.
Watching (and hearing) far too much political coverage, over every single little development, as John is a Political Junkie Extraordinaire.
Getting footrubs (nice.).
Being very, very tired of the tinny, watery Winter light. I'm so eager for Spring, for the clocks to spring ahead, for it to still be light out when I finally get home from work, for there to be real light to take pictures by. This watered-down version of light, which disappears long before I get home, is getting frustrating.
...And finally getting over my post-Christmas cooking/everything slump; I'm enjoying being back, now.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Reason #282 Inter-Library Loan is a Wonderful Thing:
Because it means I can spend an evening curled up on the couch with my husband, watching my favourite movie from when I was six, and finally being the one in this marriage who has actually seen the movie before.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Feed yourself well.
I love cooking. I don't think "love" is too strong a word; time to cook is one of the three things I look forward to the most about the weekends: Time with John, sleeping in, and cooking (may or may not be in that order).
For months before I graduated college, I was subject to the whims of a disturbingly bare, lackluster, outdated dorm kitchen, shared with dozens of girls who didn't clean up after themselves, and frequently stole bowls, pots, pans, and items from the refrigerator. Because I lived on the third floor, and the kitchen was in the lower level, I ended up trudging up and down four flights of stairs whenever I wanted to cook, arms piled high with pans, bowls, and ingredients. And besides, there was an odd smell emanating from the northwest corner - I investigated once, with almost suffocating trepidation as I checked behind the movable cabinet, suddely sure I would find a decaying corpse (I didn't, of course, but welcome to my imagination).
I hated that kitchen. I longed for my own space, one filled with light, beautiful colors, and smells -- delicious smells, this time around. No microwave from 1970, no gunky stove splattered with Rice A Roni from other residents two weeks ago, no pots with mysterious remnants stuck inside. Light, beautiful light. Colours - no more institutional decor! And beautiful foods releasing their scent into the air.
Ever since we moved here, nearly four months ago, I've been cooking, cooking, cooking. My favourite dimension of cooking, though, is sharing it with John - filling our house with amazing, warm, comforting smells, and nourishing the one I love.
And a few days ago, after a Festival of the Nations at work, I saw a thin strip of paper lying on the floor in the foyer. I picked it up, and it was the fortune from a Chinese Fortune Cookie:
Feed yourself well.
Our house smells amazing this afternoon. A large kettle of potato leek soup, simmering on the stove, redolent of warm bacon, thinly sliced leeks, chunks of potato, and white wine; it fills our home with the most cozy, lovely smells. It's almost time to take the pot off the heat - the potatoes are falling apart - let it cool, then puree it. It's been tantalizing us for about forty minutes now, and we can hardly keep away from it; we hover over it, spoons dipping repeatedly, tongues a little wrinkled from the hot broth.
I made a roast a few nights ago; nothing showy, but lovely - fresh rosemary and a little thyme breathing a delicious layer into the beef, red wine and smashed garlic adding another dimension; sunny carrots and earthy potatoes completing the dinner. I brought it to the table on my favourite platter, and then the apartment was silent except for the rapid clinking of knives and forks as we tucked into our food. A few minutes later, we surfaced. John was reaching over for another slice of beef, then paused, looking at me. "I wish you could make this for people back home. So they could taste the amazing food we get to eat." And my heart sang.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Exhaustion.
I'm coming up on my two-month anniversary at my job. And I'm realizing that no matter how long I work there, it'll always be hard to get out of bed in the morning, leaving our cocoon of warmth. The last hour before I have to get up is my favourite - I sleep harder, because I've checked the clocks all night long and know that the alarms are (both) set, the bed is all warm and cozy, and John's always cuddly. It just makes it sting a bit more, this getting up and being productive so early, knowing that I won't be back home until the evening.
I wake up at least a dozen times throughout the night. Did you ever have that dream before a mid-term or final, the dream wherein you overslept, couldn't find the classroom, forgot your pen and blue book, didn't study, and failed the test -- and then wake up several times that night, paranoid that it was real, that you did oversleep? That happens to me every single night. My body wakes up at least once an hour, many times twice, checking the clocks, making sure that I set both alarms, adjusting the blankets (someone always messes them up), checking to make sure that John's breathing, counting down the hours until I a) have to get up, b) have to be to work, and c) counting the days until I have my weekend.
As an result, I'm always tired. Tired! This tiredness.
Time to go to bed and start the whole cycle over again.
I wake up at least a dozen times throughout the night. Did you ever have that dream before a mid-term or final, the dream wherein you overslept, couldn't find the classroom, forgot your pen and blue book, didn't study, and failed the test -- and then wake up several times that night, paranoid that it was real, that you did oversleep? That happens to me every single night. My body wakes up at least once an hour, many times twice, checking the clocks, making sure that I set both alarms, adjusting the blankets (someone always messes them up), checking to make sure that John's breathing, counting down the hours until I a) have to get up, b) have to be to work, and c) counting the days until I have my weekend.
As an result, I'm always tired. Tired! This tiredness.
Time to go to bed and start the whole cycle over again.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Throughout the weekend
I'm at a loss for words tonight, mainly from being humbled after reading Shauna James Ahern's new book, Gluten-free Girl: How I Found the Food that Loves Me Back...and How You Can, Too. The way she twines words together is indescribable. Her entire book is absolutely delicious, simultaneously humbling and motivating.
So, rather than trying to dredge up suitable words, I'll leave pictures.
First, a few of my favourite recently-thrifted things:
John, such a creature of habit (as am I) has half a glass of juice every morning -- before coffee, even! I saw two of these Declaration of Independence (other side of the glass) and Liberty Bell Bicentennial glasses, and had to get them - I knew my history nerd would love them. And I was right!
I am a sucker for small vintage plates. These are about the size of salad plates, and we've been using them for the past few weeks (and they were $0.49 each, as were each of the thrifted items in this post. How much better does it get?!).
And these, these might be my favourite.
And yes, yes, I did hang up the Christmas lights. Lights: check. Pine-scented candle: check. Music: fetch Christmas CDs from library before leaving work.
So, rather than trying to dredge up suitable words, I'll leave pictures.
First, a few of my favourite recently-thrifted things:
John, such a creature of habit (as am I) has half a glass of juice every morning -- before coffee, even! I saw two of these Declaration of Independence (other side of the glass) and Liberty Bell Bicentennial glasses, and had to get them - I knew my history nerd would love them. And I was right!
I am a sucker for small vintage plates. These are about the size of salad plates, and we've been using them for the past few weeks (and they were $0.49 each, as were each of the thrifted items in this post. How much better does it get?!).And these, these might be my favourite. 
This was the view through the window in our study yesterday. At my parent's house, the trees have been naked for weeks; yet in spite of the bursts of cold weather here, the leaves are still clinging to the trees.
And the view from our bedroom. My heart just thrills every time I see a tree that's such a glorious, vibrant yellow as this one, and I love getting to wake up to this view.
And yes, yes, I did hang up the Christmas lights. Lights: check. Pine-scented candle: check. Music: fetch Christmas CDs from library before leaving work.I also knitted a hat this weekend, but the picture I took of it turned out horribly (I took it while I was waiting for the bus and discovered that the bus was about to pull up to the curb). So, until I get a different, better picture, I'm not going to put one up, as the hat's much cuter in life than this picture would have you think.
Things I'm looking forward to: Thanksgiving break (two days of work, two days off, one day on, two days off. !!!!).
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Six Things
1. Our weekend is finally here. Funny, how the last few hours of the last day before my break always go by the slo-o-o-owest. Plans for the weekend: Cooking (roast chicken, rosemary potatoes), baking (bagels? Molasses cookies), cleaning, laundry, studying (John), stringing up white lights around our apartment (me), cuddling (both, obvs), and knitting (me).
2. The weather here is colder now, and when I walk outside, the strength of the bitter wind takes my breath away. It's not even that cold, compared to where we come from, so apparently I've become a pansy since we moved here.
3. I shocked my coworkers today; I let it slip that some movies that most people consider to be "classics," I just can't stand. "The Wizard of Oz"? Creepy and disturbing. "It's a Wonderful Life"? Depressing! Are the thirty seconds of happiness at the end of the movie really enough to make up for the rest of it? I don't think so! "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"? Really, the only thing I like about that movie is that my older brother looked like Charlie Bucket when he (my brother) was little. Gene Wilder? Purple velvet? Oompa Loompas? No thanks!
4. We're having Christmas here this year. My parents and brother are coming down the week before Christmas, spending a weekend with us; and John's mom and sister (and then aunt, uncle, and cousins) are coming here on Christmas Day to celebrate. I'm totally excited.
5. NEWSFLASH: We're getting a Real Christmas Tree. Hurrah!
6. It's been almost exactly three years, and I can still smell and feel London. I miss it so much.
2. The weather here is colder now, and when I walk outside, the strength of the bitter wind takes my breath away. It's not even that cold, compared to where we come from, so apparently I've become a pansy since we moved here.
3. I shocked my coworkers today; I let it slip that some movies that most people consider to be "classics," I just can't stand. "The Wizard of Oz"? Creepy and disturbing. "It's a Wonderful Life"? Depressing! Are the thirty seconds of happiness at the end of the movie really enough to make up for the rest of it? I don't think so! "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"? Really, the only thing I like about that movie is that my older brother looked like Charlie Bucket when he (my brother) was little. Gene Wilder? Purple velvet? Oompa Loompas? No thanks!
4. We're having Christmas here this year. My parents and brother are coming down the week before Christmas, spending a weekend with us; and John's mom and sister (and then aunt, uncle, and cousins) are coming here on Christmas Day to celebrate. I'm totally excited.
5. NEWSFLASH: We're getting a Real Christmas Tree. Hurrah!
6. It's been almost exactly three years, and I can still smell and feel London. I miss it so much.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
late-night thoughts from an emotional mind
John's upstairs, sleeping, and I should be, too. But lately, the days are seeming to go by so quickly - well, no. Not the days. The nine hours out of the day when I'm at work, generally go very slowly. The few hours of the day we have here at home at night, before we have to go to sleep, are the few that race by. I just wish there were more time. There are so many things I want to do, time I want to spend with my husband, and yet it seems like for 5.5 days out of seven, we just don't have enough.
The worst thing about getting done with a long day of work and coming home?
You work hard, go home tired, and then realize you have to start over the next day and do it all again.
I live for Sunday and Monday (our weekend, as I work all day on Saturdays; and John has an office hour Monday afternoon and class Monday night), the days we get to spend together, and I cook, clean, experiment with recipes (and without recipes), actually get enough sleep at night, praise him as he works on all his stacks of grad school homework, and sometimes, go thrifting. And as I pull myself through the week towards those days, each one that passes seems interminably long.
We're considering a new career path for us both, down the road: becoming certified to teach high school (I'm considering elementary education). Weekends off, reasonable hours, and, best of all, summers off. Time! Time to be had together! Time to travel! Time to spend with our children! What a novel idea!
I think a part of what is making me feel so confined right now is the fact that this schedule keeps up relentlessly. How do people do it for years on end, go to the same job, day in, day out, maybe a few vacation days a year? Are they not panicking inside? But I know I have to do this for us. I know that this, at least, is temporary. There are so many marrieds who have conflicting schedules, and it is so hard for them to be able to snatch any precious moments together. I am so blessed to have John, and I know that I would do this for years if I had to, for us. And then I think of my Dad, and how he's done hard physical labour all his life, and wonder how on earth he's done it for all these years, worked year-round, hard, heavy, terrible work. And then I realize...it was for us. His family. Because he loves us. And then I remember that that, truly, is why I do what I do; very different work, but the same mentality. I'm not doing it for me - I'm doing it for something bigger than myself: I'm doing it for Us. And really, shouldn't love be the reason? It's amazing.
And I'm tired and very emotional, and finally off to bed.
Goodnight.
The worst thing about getting done with a long day of work and coming home?
You work hard, go home tired, and then realize you have to start over the next day and do it all again.
I live for Sunday and Monday (our weekend, as I work all day on Saturdays; and John has an office hour Monday afternoon and class Monday night), the days we get to spend together, and I cook, clean, experiment with recipes (and without recipes), actually get enough sleep at night, praise him as he works on all his stacks of grad school homework, and sometimes, go thrifting. And as I pull myself through the week towards those days, each one that passes seems interminably long.
We're considering a new career path for us both, down the road: becoming certified to teach high school (I'm considering elementary education). Weekends off, reasonable hours, and, best of all, summers off. Time! Time to be had together! Time to travel! Time to spend with our children! What a novel idea!
I think a part of what is making me feel so confined right now is the fact that this schedule keeps up relentlessly. How do people do it for years on end, go to the same job, day in, day out, maybe a few vacation days a year? Are they not panicking inside? But I know I have to do this for us. I know that this, at least, is temporary. There are so many marrieds who have conflicting schedules, and it is so hard for them to be able to snatch any precious moments together. I am so blessed to have John, and I know that I would do this for years if I had to, for us. And then I think of my Dad, and how he's done hard physical labour all his life, and wonder how on earth he's done it for all these years, worked year-round, hard, heavy, terrible work. And then I realize...it was for us. His family. Because he loves us. And then I remember that that, truly, is why I do what I do; very different work, but the same mentality. I'm not doing it for me - I'm doing it for something bigger than myself: I'm doing it for Us. And really, shouldn't love be the reason? It's amazing.
And I'm tired and very emotional, and finally off to bed.
Goodnight.
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