Friday at last
I am stuck in a school without email access (at least through the school system) and feeling rather cut-off from the world. There are all these things that I should do but they involve sending people stuff by email, or asking questions by email or whatever and now I'm unable to do them. I have resorted to several 'getting up from my desk' tasks that have been waiting for just such a moment. The bulletin board is now covered in red paper, the two tables that we got in November now have legs on them and can be deployed and I'm about to file the mound of papers on the back of my desk. Doesn't get any of the stuff that I need to do finished, but at least I'll feel like I have accomplished something.
On the home front I am almost finished a task that I have been meaning to do for years - I am ten recipes from having all of my handwritten scraps of paper typed into my recipe software. I bought the software forever ago planning to do this and have sort of poked at it on and off over the years. Just before Christmas they released a new version of the software and the best new feature (in my tiny mind, anyhow) is that you can now export the recipes easily to MS Word and have it compile a cookbook complete with a table of contents and an index. Now, I am perfectly capable of doing this myself, but it is fiddly and picky and not really worth the pain, but the software just does it - little or no input or effort from me. Truly spectacular as far as I'm concerned and enough of a reason to bite the bullet and get the damned recipes typed in. I was talking to my cousin Christopher last night and had to admit that I was taking my little scraps of paper, typing them labouriously into the database, with the intention of printing out (admittedly less little, less scrap-like) pages of paper. My only excuse is that it has forced me to a) edit the collection to only those recipes that I use (or might actually use in the future) and b) now they will not only be in big enough type for me to read (some of those ones from the side of the box are pretty tiny) but legible which I have been assured my handwriting is not. I intend to make copies of the family cookbook for both of my children so that they can be horrified by how their mother spends her free time.
The kids used to bug me about not playing any games on the computer (after a brief addiction to the early version of Tetris, I have never really indulged in them) - I always say that I play on the computer, I just play different stuff than they would. I guess the above is evidence of that.
On the home front I am almost finished a task that I have been meaning to do for years - I am ten recipes from having all of my handwritten scraps of paper typed into my recipe software. I bought the software forever ago planning to do this and have sort of poked at it on and off over the years. Just before Christmas they released a new version of the software and the best new feature (in my tiny mind, anyhow) is that you can now export the recipes easily to MS Word and have it compile a cookbook complete with a table of contents and an index. Now, I am perfectly capable of doing this myself, but it is fiddly and picky and not really worth the pain, but the software just does it - little or no input or effort from me. Truly spectacular as far as I'm concerned and enough of a reason to bite the bullet and get the damned recipes typed in. I was talking to my cousin Christopher last night and had to admit that I was taking my little scraps of paper, typing them labouriously into the database, with the intention of printing out (admittedly less little, less scrap-like) pages of paper. My only excuse is that it has forced me to a) edit the collection to only those recipes that I use (or might actually use in the future) and b) now they will not only be in big enough type for me to read (some of those ones from the side of the box are pretty tiny) but legible which I have been assured my handwriting is not. I intend to make copies of the family cookbook for both of my children so that they can be horrified by how their mother spends her free time.
The kids used to bug me about not playing any games on the computer (after a brief addiction to the early version of Tetris, I have never really indulged in them) - I always say that I play on the computer, I just play different stuff than they would. I guess the above is evidence of that.