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Good things on Wednesday
1. My mom, who is a hero of the revolution, trimming all of our front bushes for us. Big task out of our hair! (And since she was going home to shower, I assume it's out of hers now, too.) Yay!
2. Really good cucumber on my lunch salad. Hey, I didn't say they had to be big good things.
3. Managing to keep my temper with a friend long enough to remember that there were really good reasons why I should cut her slack.
4. Being cut slack myself.
5. New framed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
komododaikon photo on my office wall.
6. The extreme Swedishy Swedishness of this library book. Oh my goodness. It actually noted that if you read between the lines of one euphemism, you could discern...and then the thing you could discern was another euphemism. In other spots it is completely blunt about things American writing is not generally blunt about. Just in summary: very, very Swedish.
7. 1K of The True Tale of Carter Hall, with potential for more this evening.
8. Finishing figuring out the rest of the revisions for What We Did to Save the Kingdom, so now they are in tiny bite-sized pieces, and might be done in the available chunks of computer time while the vertigo gets bad. Maybe. You never know.
9. Finding a glimmer of hope that all of my behaving as though I can get somewhere with this...might mean that I can get somewhere with this.
10. Mango sorbet with dark chocolate bits on it. Nom.
Your turn.
2. Really good cucumber on my lunch salad. Hey, I didn't say they had to be big good things.
3. Managing to keep my temper with a friend long enough to remember that there were really good reasons why I should cut her slack.
4. Being cut slack myself.
5. New framed
komododaikon photo on my office wall.6. The extreme Swedishy Swedishness of this library book. Oh my goodness. It actually noted that if you read between the lines of one euphemism, you could discern...and then the thing you could discern was another euphemism. In other spots it is completely blunt about things American writing is not generally blunt about. Just in summary: very, very Swedish.
7. 1K of The True Tale of Carter Hall, with potential for more this evening.
8. Finishing figuring out the rest of the revisions for What We Did to Save the Kingdom, so now they are in tiny bite-sized pieces, and might be done in the available chunks of computer time while the vertigo gets bad. Maybe. You never know.
9. Finding a glimmer of hope that all of my behaving as though I can get somewhere with this...might mean that I can get somewhere with this.
10. Mango sorbet with dark chocolate bits on it. Nom.
Your turn.
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Good things here today:
Excellent coffee to kickstart the day.
Homemade bread.
Fledgling swallows.
Dozens of goldfinches singing their adorable song.
Beating sense into my clientRaising client's awareness.Fresh raspberries with cream!
First batch of homemade ice cream. OMG.
Roses, roses and more roses.
Cuddling on
A few hours of sunshine. It's been foggy all week.
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*It's time for another "why I've quit reading" post pretty soon here, I think.
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Not being in the office.
Being at home.
My magnificent husband, who refuses to take me as seriously as I take myself, bless him.
Not feeling quite on the verge of exhausted tears like I was for most of the day.
Getting a deadline unexpectedly extended.
My marvelous girlfriend, who also happens to be a kick-ass medical transcriptionist. Damn.
Needing to scroll up to see how many good things that is so far.
Being pleasantly reminded that even a lousy day can have a lot of good things in it. Thank you. *)
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Rowing Tuesday and dinner with a friend.
Dinner with friendly coworkers last night, stopping in to hang with the local knitters and hear about formerly-my cat.
Going home tonight!!!!!
(on the downside, being awake and posting at almost 4 AM. But I should be able to go to sleep soon.)
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Knowing that I don't usually need 4-hour naps.
Reading a good book by an author I hadn't tried before.
Speaking of authors: have you read any Kate Ross or Laurie R. King? If so, did you like what you read?
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I also like her other series, about a modern San Franciscan police detective who happens to be a lesbian. I haven't read that series as thoroughly so I don't have as good an idea of what to start with, but To Play the Fool and With Child are probably good spots to start. The Art of Detection may be her best-crafted book yet, but I think it would lack something if you hadn't read both series. She has also written some standalones, of which A Darker Place is my favorite. It's rather dark for my tastes, but good enough for me to read it anyway.
Kate Ross wrote mysteries set in England before they had a police force. It's an interesting look at the times (I think my sister, whose British history is better than mine, said the books are fairly historically accurate) and they're fun to read. If you read hers, start with Whom The Gods Love and be very careful to leave The Devil in Music for last.
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My peppers are not dead. Neither are my morning glories or my four o'clocks. The sunflowers are tall enough that they can handle the world without me. My nasturtium is blooming, a month or two later than last year. I haven't killed the replacement verbenas, though I don't think I'll be getting them next year-- too finicky, even for something so gorgeously red.
ASL is fun and makes me think about things previously unthoughtabout.
Nothing has gone wrong in my house today, and I plan to call the landlords about the one last thing to go wrong during Murphyphest.
I have a Catina! She is the best Catina. She was with me, pressed against my side or my head, every time I woke up last night.
Tomorrow, I could wear new clothes, possibly right down to the flip-flops. Probably not, but it is possible for everything from hairband to flips to be new. One of the new shirts is the greenest green I've seen this year.
Fireworks are still happening on Friday. Within walking distance, too. All I still have to do is find people to share my blood-center blanket and bring some food and games. And bug spray.
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Green shirts what are green and not sort of wilted yellowish are a great goodness.
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2. my ct scan showed no abscesses that they feel like they need to act on
3. jd brought fresh pajamas
4. i saw one of my very best friends yesterday
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Whoever said that girls potty train easier than boys obviously didn't have my kids!
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She was still agreeable to underwear this morning!!! We'll see how this goes, but it is definitely a good thing in my life!
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So's you know.
Go gay Swedes!
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2. Rock climbing dates with friends
3. Homemade peanut butter granola is itself, a hero of the revolution.
4. Watching fireworks over the lake...from the lake
5. Neighbors who are happy to give you a ride to work when they see you have a flat tire and appear to have fallen through a hedge on your way out the front door
6. Going to bed at 9:30 for once -- amazing!
7. Bed full of snorty little dogs
8. Punching through writer's block with advice from friends
9. Other neighbors who are happy to share their spearmint plant and let you meet the new baby goat
10. To tell the truth I am exactly who I hoped to be
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I am not exactly who I hoped to be. But in some ways I wouldn't have hoped for even half of what I have gotten to be, so that's in some ways better. (Not in the vertiginous ways, of course.)
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(For the granola. I think the recipe for who you hope to be is not so sharable).
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Melt in a good-sized saucepan:
3 tbsp peanut butter
2 tbsp peanut oil
1 tbsp brown sugar
over low heat, because apparently peanut butter burns easily. I found this out the hard way. Stir in cinnamon and allspice to taste and add a pinch of salt.
Mix in enough oats to form a stiff, dry dough, then spread the dough out on a greased baking sheet. Bake at 425F for 25 minutes. Don't overbake.
Note: I usually make this in triple batches (we sort of go through it like wildfire), so I guess technically this is 9-6-3 granola, but that's so much more difficult to remember.
It also tastes great with a final sprinkling of allspice over the tray before baking.
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2. There's a trumpet vine sorta behind and under and around the rose bush that is also wanting very much to take over the world (or at least that flower bed). It's not blooming yet but is growing like a weed and trying to capture our mailbox. If all goes well, it'll bloom when the rose stops-- that'd be nifty.
3. My cats are awesome. Pests at times because I'm not paying enough attention to them, but they're truly full of fuzzy win.
4. I scored a "This is Reading Territory" poster at the Twins game yesterday. They were just for kids, but when I got up to leave the game there was one right behind my seat and no one around who wanted to claim it. It has a picture of Justin catching a baseball while reading a book about Joe Mauer. Clearly this needs to be framed and hung somewhere here at Wit's End.
5. Twins are pretty happy-making of late, though I've not said much for fear of jinxing them. I'm sure Justin would approve that I've only worn his jersey to games since they've been winning (will switch jerseys if they lose when I'm there).
6. My Dad tells me he read or heard that Joe Mauer is still growing. He's up to 6'6.5" or something. This is alarming and also highly amusing. I guess when they genetically engineered the perfect baseball player they mixed up and put in a bit too much height. Unless they wanted him to be able to play basketball, football, and baseball well which would explain a lot.
7. My Mom gave me a daylily simply because it has "Jedi" in the name for it. Hee!
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7. Awesome.