A wet Sunday morning

I woke several times in the night. I was able to watch the clock fall back on my phone from 1:59 to 1:00 am. Mildly entertaining, that....

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Yesterday was a gentle day, with some pleasurable errand running. We sold three boxes of CDs (about 75) and gave a stack of VHSs to the public library. The only CD they didn't take was Bobby McFerin's "Don't Worry, Be Happy." Christine promptly put it in the car player and told me i was to listen to it once a week on my commute.

The Farmer's Market triggered food-buying greed: now there's a kitchen full of things i should cook. I'm planning on cooking the radish, beet, and carrot greens together. I need to feel ambitious enough to do it in multiple steps. I think i want to make a soup with braised then pureed stems and then gently fold in the greens. Should i add lentils? Ponder.

The radishes/turnips, beets, and a carrot will be roasted. Oh, and there were biggish cipollini onions. I'm out of my cooking red wine so i'm now working on the box of white. Will it really matter?

Mostly i have feeling drained from the previous week. I took a moment to really feel while pumping gas, and in that moment i was able to feel a great deal of gratitude at my strength to manage my professional responsibilities. I suppose the prozac is holding the overwhelm at bay, although that seems to simply result in not-crying. Not, say, being able to function well enough to get the kitchen clean enough to mess it up again.

While i did sit in front of moving pictures quite a lot in the evening -- more later -- i guess we also did do a lot. Writing about the mess in the kitchen reminds me of stopping at a neighbor's to learn how to care for her feral cat she's trapped in the house. Her kitchen was spotless. While there were piles of paper every where, the piles were NEAT. I was a bit awed at this woman whose past several months have been troubled with extreme pain, car issues, and now having to help out her nearly-evicted sick mother.

My other stretch was to take four paintings and some necklaces to the crafts "show" at the Meeting House today. I wrestled a great deal with "not good enough" but went ahead and did it because (1) the organizer had been gently encouraging me (2) Christine had been gently encouraging me and (3) somehow i need to share myself with community without insisting folks read this blog.

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Yesterday's watching diversion included several Netflix episodes of "Doc Martin." A better title might be "Cornwall Exposure." Wikipedia notes, "Cornwall's unique culture, spectacular landscape and mild climate make it a popular tourist destination, despite being somewhat distant from the United Kingdom's main centres of population. Surrounded on three sides by the English Channel and Celtic Sea, Cornwall has many miles of beaches and cliffs." Instead of a young ambitious doctor moving to Alaska, you have a renowned surgeon who developed a fear of blood moving to another remote village filled with quirky characters. There's a radio host and a love interest. It is pleasantly diverting.

After some period of the DVD queue being dominated by Christine's choices (thrillers and intense films that usually i just can't manage the intensity....), i moved up my choices. Miss Potter, as recommended by gurdonark arrived in the mail and i look forward to watching it.

I can't quite bring myself back to "Pillars of the Earth" as [redacted #1] is dead and unlike when [redacted #2] was apparently killed [redacted #1] isn't coming back. And i'm just sure there's withcburning ... wait! The next episode is titled *witchcraft.*

I guess we'll watch tonight.