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Two men are going through the recycling bins collecting recyclables. I know it's theft from the city, but these two are doing so fairly quietly.... I wish there were more jobs.
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We had a lovely holiday together yesterday, although Christine did git hit with some family-pains. She coped, and we cooked. I am delighted that i now have a recipe for a gluten protein that i can turn into something we can enjoy. I flavored the bean-gluten dough with molasses and poultry seasoning and celery salt, stuffed it with fairly traditional stuffing, layered sage and rosemary from the garden and steamed it up as our main dish. Instead of olive oil i used butter butter butter! Cranberry sauce was a variation of a recipe i made in 2006 (and have made many times since), with a Meyer lemon from the tree. Christine made the most decadent mashed potatoes, and we steamed up a bag of green beans. Traditional without too much fuss. We had pie as well: a Shaker lemon pie with Meyer lemons in a coconut crust. I forget when i cut up those lemons: they've been macerating in sugar in the freezer -- for a year?
I am delighted that we have merged on a celebration that suits us. Christine was worried about whether i was cooking from duty as i bustled in the kitchen, and i can happily say the cooking was a joy and delight. No stress, and the mess wasn't too bad.
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I spent most of the day parked on the couch with beads and thread in my hand watching amusements. Sigorney Weaver and Sam Neil were in a Snow White film that provided a dark take on the fairy tale, although there are plot bits that annoy me. Most annoying: the step mother gives snow white a puppy when they are first introduced with the admonition that if she treats the dog well, he will always be loyal. Hello, this is the gun in the first act, make it make sense in the last act! But, no, there's nothing about whether the girl treats the dog badly or not, and the dog makes an appearance in the final act without much narrative connection to the first appearance.
I watched some episodes of a Discworld animation, and then we watched the last two episodes of Masada. Masada fascinates me as propaganda and as an interesting window to look at American attitudes towards freedom, slavery, and violence. I don't have any clever conclusions to draw, but i found myself wondering about audience identification. The "freedom fighter's" rhetoric sounds so familiar, and, oh!, the injustice of taxes! The suicidal conclusion: a romanticized Jonestown. The depiction of Sheva, the woman who saves herself by selling herself to a powerful man as she flees from the common Legionaires raping and pillaging, intrigues me as well. Is there a message in her choice of nonviolence and intellectual resistance?
At the end of this marathon i had completed twenty four inches of beaded rope, a four bead spiral. I'm not quite sure what to do with it now, but i'm delighted to have finally figured out how to make it work. I wonder if my mother would wear it. I've not picked up the project i bought to make for her a year ago since a vacation week when i could not get the cuffs of the slippers to turn out the same size. I have also forgotten how to knit with the knook, but i did acquire a thicker cable for the trailing bit. I think i will practice knitting some wash cloth squares and crocheting borders.
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Despite canceling meetings left and right, my phone keeps reminding me of business meetings that are not occurring. (It's as if it doesn't comprehend when one of a series is canceled.) A colleague grossed that his phone did this his entire honeymoon. The reminder tone is easily ignored, but i am a little frustrated that all the fuss i went through canceling meetings didn't pay out.
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We had a lovely holiday together yesterday, although Christine did git hit with some family-pains. She coped, and we cooked. I am delighted that i now have a recipe for a gluten protein that i can turn into something we can enjoy. I flavored the bean-gluten dough with molasses and poultry seasoning and celery salt, stuffed it with fairly traditional stuffing, layered sage and rosemary from the garden and steamed it up as our main dish. Instead of olive oil i used butter butter butter! Cranberry sauce was a variation of a recipe i made in 2006 (and have made many times since), with a Meyer lemon from the tree. Christine made the most decadent mashed potatoes, and we steamed up a bag of green beans. Traditional without too much fuss. We had pie as well: a Shaker lemon pie with Meyer lemons in a coconut crust. I forget when i cut up those lemons: they've been macerating in sugar in the freezer -- for a year?
I am delighted that we have merged on a celebration that suits us. Christine was worried about whether i was cooking from duty as i bustled in the kitchen, and i can happily say the cooking was a joy and delight. No stress, and the mess wasn't too bad.
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I spent most of the day parked on the couch with beads and thread in my hand watching amusements. Sigorney Weaver and Sam Neil were in a Snow White film that provided a dark take on the fairy tale, although there are plot bits that annoy me. Most annoying: the step mother gives snow white a puppy when they are first introduced with the admonition that if she treats the dog well, he will always be loyal. Hello, this is the gun in the first act, make it make sense in the last act! But, no, there's nothing about whether the girl treats the dog badly or not, and the dog makes an appearance in the final act without much narrative connection to the first appearance.
I watched some episodes of a Discworld animation, and then we watched the last two episodes of Masada. Masada fascinates me as propaganda and as an interesting window to look at American attitudes towards freedom, slavery, and violence. I don't have any clever conclusions to draw, but i found myself wondering about audience identification. The "freedom fighter's" rhetoric sounds so familiar, and, oh!, the injustice of taxes! The suicidal conclusion: a romanticized Jonestown. The depiction of Sheva, the woman who saves herself by selling herself to a powerful man as she flees from the common Legionaires raping and pillaging, intrigues me as well. Is there a message in her choice of nonviolence and intellectual resistance?
At the end of this marathon i had completed twenty four inches of beaded rope, a four bead spiral. I'm not quite sure what to do with it now, but i'm delighted to have finally figured out how to make it work. I wonder if my mother would wear it. I've not picked up the project i bought to make for her a year ago since a vacation week when i could not get the cuffs of the slippers to turn out the same size. I have also forgotten how to knit with the knook, but i did acquire a thicker cable for the trailing bit. I think i will practice knitting some wash cloth squares and crocheting borders.
--==∞==--
Despite canceling meetings left and right, my phone keeps reminding me of business meetings that are not occurring. (It's as if it doesn't comprehend when one of a series is canceled.) A colleague grossed that his phone did this his entire honeymoon. The reminder tone is easily ignored, but i am a little frustrated that all the fuss i went through canceling meetings didn't pay out.
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