megan made a livejournal...
So I guess I just made a livejournal? Yeah, I am not really sure what I think about it. I don’t really know if I will actually use it or not, but I read other people’s and they are all starting to post things friends-only which is silly.
Hmmm, so I guess I should actually write something. Today I baked bread (thirteen loaves!) for common ground with Lindsay and thankfully it was not nearly as overwhelming as I had feared it would be. I really like making bread and I should do it more often. I love kneading and shaping the dough and the way it feels alive in my hands. We took a long walk while it was rising and it was beautiful ouside. It was the perfect temperature, all of the trees were golden, and it smelled like fall. Cathy said we looked cute kneading bread dough side by side in flannel shirts, sort of half dancing to Dar Williams. I have to admit I was thinking the same thing, we definitely did. I can see my reflection in the window and I am grinning sheepishly; I always look like Patrick when I do that.
When I got home, dad, Pat and Chris were about to go out to eat at some steakhouse. They asked if I wanted to go and I felt really bad saying no but I just had no desire to. My dad made me fried rice with tofu before he left which was really, really nice and it was delicious.
I would say that you should have a lovely evening, but there really is no “you” because no one knows this exists…I feel mysterious except not.
Hmmm, so I guess I should actually write something. Today I baked bread (thirteen loaves!) for common ground with Lindsay and thankfully it was not nearly as overwhelming as I had feared it would be. I really like making bread and I should do it more often. I love kneading and shaping the dough and the way it feels alive in my hands. We took a long walk while it was rising and it was beautiful ouside. It was the perfect temperature, all of the trees were golden, and it smelled like fall. Cathy said we looked cute kneading bread dough side by side in flannel shirts, sort of half dancing to Dar Williams. I have to admit I was thinking the same thing, we definitely did. I can see my reflection in the window and I am grinning sheepishly; I always look like Patrick when I do that.
When I got home, dad, Pat and Chris were about to go out to eat at some steakhouse. They asked if I wanted to go and I felt really bad saying no but I just had no desire to. My dad made me fried rice with tofu before he left which was really, really nice and it was delicious.
I would say that you should have a lovely evening, but there really is no “you” because no one knows this exists…I feel mysterious except not.