26 June, 2011

Odds and ends

Listening to Lord Peter Wimsey on BBC 4, and I love him, but as voiced by Ian Carmichael, he sounds like England's gayest upper-class twit.

I went to my spiritual home yesterday and paid my fines and got an arm-full of good reads. My non-fiction selection for June is a book called "Bad Dog: A Love Story." So far, it's good, although the author has said several times that whatever is right/wrong with your dogs reflects what is wrong with you. Looking at the Cockers, that is hard on my ego. Dru is hostile and Jake is a bit dim...what does that say about me? The truth is painful.

Today was our minister's last day at Grace. He is retiring, and of course his last service was a big celebration of his years in the ministry. He told a funny story about when he first met his wife, and for the first time I thought of him as a young man meeting a pretty young woman...a whole new way of looking at someone who seems to have been born sedate and scholastic.

Thomas and I are cleaning out the house looking for things to take to a flea market. I am on my latest "this house is driving me crazy" decluttering jag. We've actually got a nice lot of things gathered already, and I am casting a cool eye on all my possessions. I am going to the flea mkt. with my friend Christine and her dogs. Tanner and Dutch are great flea mkt dogs, Tanner never met a person he doesn't like, and Dutch is so beautiful everyone wants to look closer.

That's Dutch on the left and Tanner on the right.

Now getting excited about MAQ, only a few weeks until I head off for a weekend of quilting fun.

24 June, 2011

How do I love thee? Will I need all ten fingers to count the ways?

O Friday, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love you with my whole heart, because right now I have the whole weekend  ahead of me, and it's a firm belief of mine that anticipation makes all things better.

I love you because I had dinner with Thomas, Andy, and Jim, and each of us had 1/2 pitcher of the best white wine sangria ever. So yummy, like Jimmy Buffett said, "What we don't drink, I'm gonna pour on ya!" I love you for such good friends who tell funny stories and make me laugh.

I love you for the delicious Cobb salad that I ate and the best gazpacho. I think the fact that I had all that wine is completely offset by the healthy fruit juice in the sangria, a salad and what is basically a bowl full of whirled up veggies.

I love you because I get paid on you, Friday, and the appreciation I get with the paycheck is the appreciation that matters the most.

I love you for the depth of the massage I had this evening, which released knots of tension from my shoulders. That tension is there all the time and I am used to it, but the few days after a massage when it's not there, aaaaaaah.

I love you because I can sit up late and play on the internets and re-read old Andre Norton books into the wee hours without guilt.

I love thee because today you were warm and the humidity was low, and we sat out on the restaurant roof and it was delightful.

I love you becaue Christina posted something from the Bloggess, and now I have a hilarious new website to hit when I need a laugh. The five foot chicken! Weeping with laughter.

Most of all I love you because it was a beautiful day to be alive.

23 June, 2011

Slicing through the water like a hot knife through butter

That's not exactly how I swim, but I like the imagery. I swim more like the famous "sea cow," the manatee, which moves slowly and somewhat sedately through the water. I have some issues and am not overfond of putting my face under the water, so I do a mean dog-paddle. I can also do a backstroke that is not completely embarrassing.

Thomas swims all professional-like, face in water, goggles on, plowing through the water in recognizable strokes. I like watching him do the butterfly stroke, it's so dramatic when the arms come out, over and (whomp!) down in the water.

We went swimming at 8 tonight after the children's swim classes were over. We were in the couple of lap lanes available and the rest of the pool was filled with people doing a water fitness workout, which looked like a lot of fun. I might sign up next session.

Finally I can post something about my work that isn't "work is boring." Most of this week I've been fairly busy. Most of the busy is coming from the fact that no one follows any of the processes we've set up...they just come to me and ask me to help them fix things or fill out forms for them or whatever. Which is okay by me. I was told by one person, "Processes are important, but right now there are more important priorities." For just a teeny moment I had a strong impulse to punch my co-worker in the nose, but it passed, and I just said "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

Anyway, busy is good and the days fly by.

Maybe the vacation had some positive effects on my mood and health, since I've felt better since the vacation. I think one thing that happened was that while we were in CO, we ate three meals a day, with the occasional snack. It was a lot less food than the continuous eating/snacking/grazing I was doing before we left. No joke y'all, I was eating as if I was eating for two. Me and my butt, I guess.  There was something ickily compulsive about it. Didn't do that in CO, and so far haven't felt the impulse since I got back.

Tuesday night we had some awesome sprouts with our leftover sweet and sour chicken. Tonight we did broiled mushrooms and grilled squash. This is the time of the year when fresh veggies appeal to me more than they do at any other time. This stuff is fresh and has great flavor.

We shop at the produce market up on Reisterstown Rd.; the one that I am convinced is a front for the Russian Mafia. Two or three guys watch everything that goes on as they pretend to "stack fruit," while women named Irina, Olga, and Dasha ring you up, without ever meeting your eyes or smiling. They are
Slavic Robot Cashiers. I am sure the men are watching to make sure you don't pick up the "special" drug filled celery root that is waiting for the courier. Or the watermelon filled with cash.

I'm telling you people, there is no reason at all for life to be boring, if you have any imagination at all!

The market also stocks all kinds of Russian and Eastern European products that I love to look at. There are fruit nectars and syrups of all kinds, black bread, and candies that are strange and interesting. The canned and jarred products intrigue me. I have no idea what they hold, since I don't read Cyrillic and can't always tell what the pictures are. They are "tan things in water" or "red things in syrup." Maybe the red things are cherries, spiced crab apples, or maybe they are pickled beets - only the Russians know!