squashes for dessert!
Oct. 12th, 2009 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Today Z and I both had off. This is rare! Or, feels like it is. I dunno.
I had told him I wanted to Get Things Done today, so he woke up with some kinda wild hair and set about rearranging the living room. Which is Awesome, because up to now I've been on my own with my mad furnituremovin plans, and I am, to say the least, easily demotivated of late. I'm definitely getting a seasonal depression thing going on, or something, which is really upsetting because it's an anxiety thing simultaneously. So if I don't actively fight it and force myself to focus, I wind up pacing around the house fretting at nothing. I know I'm worried over money but that's such a stupid thing to fret about. It's very, very, very, very annoying, and downright debilitating at times. So if I keep busy, at least as I flit from task to task, little things get done.
So I've sewed every day in the last, mm, five or so, and almost every day this past week. I think. Haven't written it down. But I finished the gold booty shorts, and have nearly finished a skating skirt, and I'm going to make an 18th-c petticoat next. (Decided since I want to do an anglaise then pocket-hoops are out and a small bumroll is in, so good-- less engineering.) I also need to make a baby blanket or something, I don't know what yet. Soon I'll know.
And thanks to Z's sudden sense of purpose (born, I think, of really really really really not wanting to start applying to other jobs, which he has to do because it has now been over a month since his sole client sent him any work, so he's really got no choice, and I totally sympathize with his total lack of desire to do it), we got the living room totally hoed out, the floor mopped, the furniture moved in from the back porch, and the back porch mostly cleaned off. Some furniture went to the basement, as well, so that's almost totally done being set up now. Now I just have to put away all the junk I hauled down there to put into the ooooooodles of storage space...
I also left the house !!! and went to the leathergoods store downtown, where the owner and sole proprietress made me a trial version of a skate laceguard. It is much better-engineered than the cheap ones you get for too much money from Connie's or Sin City, and has eyelets set in, several of them, so it won't just stretch and move out of the way every time you fall on it. She also made it bright yellow and fringed the sides and drew a bee on it in ballpoint, because she's got an odd sense of humor. But I think it'll work great, and so I'm going to test it out thoroughly tomorrow night, and go back Wed. morning to do Version 2. If we can come up with the awesome, as I expect we can, then she's interested in selling them cheap to the league in return for maybe an ad in the program or something. It's very tentative; if nothing else, i will pay her as handsomely as I can manage for The Perfect Laceguards, so that I stop ripping through skate laces, getting them tangled around my wheels, and falling flat on my face with great force. Ow.
So that was an adventure.
On the way home I bought lunch-- a splurge-- from a great little eatery downtown where Z used to go back in his office monkey days. I went hog-wild and bought the half-sandwich and bowl of soup combo for each of us... only to get home and find that the lady had neglected to actually give me any soup. Heartbroken, I still enjoyed my excellent sandwich. But I wasn't going to drive half an hour back down and half an hour back up just to get soup, even if it was about $5 worth of soup. (I said it was expensive.) Not worth the parking meter and the gas and the time. Oh well.
I discovered, whilst outside moving furniture (our house is so small that we move furniture by taking it out the nearest door, carrying it around the building, and squeezing it in the door nearest its destination. That's really the only way to do it) that one of the enormous weeds choking my back vegetable bed was indeed a butternut squash vine. Ihave had two reasonable-sized butternuts, and two tiny ones. So I brought one in, washed it well, and plopped it into the oven, and devoured the hell out of it. It was awesome. I mean, it tasted like squash. But I love squash so immoderately. It was fantastic. I ate it for supper, and then went out to a meeting, and came home and instead of having the last of the brownies with the last of the ice cream, I just reheated the squash and ate it because there was nothing I wanted more. MMMMM SQUASH.
There's an acorn squash out there too. Guess what! Next year, screw the rest of it, I'm just growing squash! I love squash.
I think I said that.
Anyway.
I also made shepherd's pie, from some ground lamb we bought at Federal last time we went shopping. It was tasty, but perhaps too heavy on the potatoes. I don't care because I also love mashed potatoes-- I don't know why, I just do, something in the texture perhaps, or the fact that I love potatoes in all their many shapes and preparations-- but I feel bad for Z, who is really not a fan of potatoes. (I hope someday he'll come around. I keep making them as awesome as I can manage...)
I LOVE SQUASH. OK I'm done.
And so is it. :( Bye bye squash. I'll try to wait a couple of days before I devour your sister. If only there were more of you.
I have photos of all the furnituremovin results and such. And photos of my homemade booty shorts of awesome. ON MY AWESOME BOOTY. But they're on the camera and I am in a squash coma so no photo post for you-all. Not yet. I know you're waiting in agony. I will try to rise above at some point in the near future. But right now?
Time for a hot bath and some calming meditation. Or something. Sometimes at work when I'm feeling sarcastic I'll play Enya or Dusty Springfield's sappier hits, and tell everyone it's time to chill. Guess what, Internet?
It's time to chill.
(I wish that was code for getting high or something, but my life is rather lame. I'll just go a little nuts and put some bath salts in there, maybe. Woo! Burn that candle at both ends! Oh, I could actually light a candle. Well, that's not so relaxing, really; I worry I'll catch the house on fire. Never mind.)
I had told him I wanted to Get Things Done today, so he woke up with some kinda wild hair and set about rearranging the living room. Which is Awesome, because up to now I've been on my own with my mad furnituremovin plans, and I am, to say the least, easily demotivated of late. I'm definitely getting a seasonal depression thing going on, or something, which is really upsetting because it's an anxiety thing simultaneously. So if I don't actively fight it and force myself to focus, I wind up pacing around the house fretting at nothing. I know I'm worried over money but that's such a stupid thing to fret about. It's very, very, very, very annoying, and downright debilitating at times. So if I keep busy, at least as I flit from task to task, little things get done.
So I've sewed every day in the last, mm, five or so, and almost every day this past week. I think. Haven't written it down. But I finished the gold booty shorts, and have nearly finished a skating skirt, and I'm going to make an 18th-c petticoat next. (Decided since I want to do an anglaise then pocket-hoops are out and a small bumroll is in, so good-- less engineering.) I also need to make a baby blanket or something, I don't know what yet. Soon I'll know.
And thanks to Z's sudden sense of purpose (born, I think, of really really really really not wanting to start applying to other jobs, which he has to do because it has now been over a month since his sole client sent him any work, so he's really got no choice, and I totally sympathize with his total lack of desire to do it), we got the living room totally hoed out, the floor mopped, the furniture moved in from the back porch, and the back porch mostly cleaned off. Some furniture went to the basement, as well, so that's almost totally done being set up now. Now I just have to put away all the junk I hauled down there to put into the ooooooodles of storage space...
I also left the house !!! and went to the leathergoods store downtown, where the owner and sole proprietress made me a trial version of a skate laceguard. It is much better-engineered than the cheap ones you get for too much money from Connie's or Sin City, and has eyelets set in, several of them, so it won't just stretch and move out of the way every time you fall on it. She also made it bright yellow and fringed the sides and drew a bee on it in ballpoint, because she's got an odd sense of humor. But I think it'll work great, and so I'm going to test it out thoroughly tomorrow night, and go back Wed. morning to do Version 2. If we can come up with the awesome, as I expect we can, then she's interested in selling them cheap to the league in return for maybe an ad in the program or something. It's very tentative; if nothing else, i will pay her as handsomely as I can manage for The Perfect Laceguards, so that I stop ripping through skate laces, getting them tangled around my wheels, and falling flat on my face with great force. Ow.
So that was an adventure.
On the way home I bought lunch-- a splurge-- from a great little eatery downtown where Z used to go back in his office monkey days. I went hog-wild and bought the half-sandwich and bowl of soup combo for each of us... only to get home and find that the lady had neglected to actually give me any soup. Heartbroken, I still enjoyed my excellent sandwich. But I wasn't going to drive half an hour back down and half an hour back up just to get soup, even if it was about $5 worth of soup. (I said it was expensive.) Not worth the parking meter and the gas and the time. Oh well.
I discovered, whilst outside moving furniture (our house is so small that we move furniture by taking it out the nearest door, carrying it around the building, and squeezing it in the door nearest its destination. That's really the only way to do it) that one of the enormous weeds choking my back vegetable bed was indeed a butternut squash vine. I
There's an acorn squash out there too. Guess what! Next year, screw the rest of it, I'm just growing squash! I love squash.
I think I said that.
Anyway.
I also made shepherd's pie, from some ground lamb we bought at Federal last time we went shopping. It was tasty, but perhaps too heavy on the potatoes. I don't care because I also love mashed potatoes-- I don't know why, I just do, something in the texture perhaps, or the fact that I love potatoes in all their many shapes and preparations-- but I feel bad for Z, who is really not a fan of potatoes. (I hope someday he'll come around. I keep making them as awesome as I can manage...)
I LOVE SQUASH. OK I'm done.
And so is it. :( Bye bye squash. I'll try to wait a couple of days before I devour your sister. If only there were more of you.
I have photos of all the furnituremovin results and such. And photos of my homemade booty shorts of awesome. ON MY AWESOME BOOTY. But they're on the camera and I am in a squash coma so no photo post for you-all. Not yet. I know you're waiting in agony. I will try to rise above at some point in the near future. But right now?
Time for a hot bath and some calming meditation. Or something. Sometimes at work when I'm feeling sarcastic I'll play Enya or Dusty Springfield's sappier hits, and tell everyone it's time to chill. Guess what, Internet?
It's time to chill.
(I wish that was code for getting high or something, but my life is rather lame. I'll just go a little nuts and put some bath salts in there, maybe. Woo! Burn that candle at both ends! Oh, I could actually light a candle. Well, that's not so relaxing, really; I worry I'll catch the house on fire. Never mind.)
