Breathing on credit, running on empty
Things are moderately okay right now, and I am alive.
Just haven't lately had enough to say in a longer post than a sentence or two.
This year, I am going to try and reclaim my health. I don't want to be broken down when I head to the Northern hemisphere later in the year. It is also going to truly challenge my financial skills. Ack.
I am bored with my hair, which is grown out to nearly waist length. I'll probably keep it long, still. But the brilliant crimson with scarlet and carmine streaks has faded to a coppery russet with auburn and rose gold. I think I'll aim for a truly unnatural colour next, even if it means I will spend weeks with frankly putrid colours. Khaki, anyone? Good thing I own several hats.:)
I am going to take a leaf from my unSister's book and try to focus on the things that went right, each day, and to be thankful for their occurence. I will try not to think on the "if only"'s or the comparisons. I will try.
Today, I managed to source fresh French tarragon! Which has been turned into a compound butter (butter, salt, lemon zest, lemon juice, creme fraiche, garlic, tarragon, dill) that now resides in the freezer for future seafood and chicken dishes.
Lunch was at a tiny little Thai restaurant, with food that was authentic enough to leave my head tingling, and my eyes stinging from the memories. The Sai Krok Isaan was to die for. And cocktails at my favourite bar up the road was a lovely way to recover from sticky-rice-coma. A carefully made Rittenhouse Manhattan for TigerEyes, and a fauxJito for me (I was driving).
These made me happy today.
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Just haven't lately had enough to say in a longer post than a sentence or two.
This year, I am going to try and reclaim my health. I don't want to be broken down when I head to the Northern hemisphere later in the year. It is also going to truly challenge my financial skills. Ack.
I am bored with my hair, which is grown out to nearly waist length. I'll probably keep it long, still. But the brilliant crimson with scarlet and carmine streaks has faded to a coppery russet with auburn and rose gold. I think I'll aim for a truly unnatural colour next, even if it means I will spend weeks with frankly putrid colours. Khaki, anyone? Good thing I own several hats.:)
I am going to take a leaf from my unSister's book and try to focus on the things that went right, each day, and to be thankful for their occurence. I will try not to think on the "if only"'s or the comparisons. I will try.
Today, I managed to source fresh French tarragon! Which has been turned into a compound butter (butter, salt, lemon zest, lemon juice, creme fraiche, garlic, tarragon, dill) that now resides in the freezer for future seafood and chicken dishes.
Lunch was at a tiny little Thai restaurant, with food that was authentic enough to leave my head tingling, and my eyes stinging from the memories. The Sai Krok Isaan was to die for. And cocktails at my favourite bar up the road was a lovely way to recover from sticky-rice-coma. A carefully made Rittenhouse Manhattan for TigerEyes, and a fauxJito for me (I was driving).
These made me happy today.
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