my fennel fetish
Although I'm trying to make this entry informative, I'll probably drift off on a few tangents before I'm done. Maybe subheadings will help.
Fennel
An underused and underappreciated vegetable, in my opinion. I suppose it's an acquired taste. I need to eat more fennel. A few years ago I made...I believe it was tilapia with a sauce of fennel, tomato, herbs, wine and black olives. It was good, and I'm generally clueless with fish. My father was growing some fennel in the garden under the assumption that his Italian ancestors would have eaten it on a regular basis.
Files, files, and more files
Work has been ok. I'm still temping at the law firm. I've been there about 7 weeks now. My supervisor has said multiple times she would hire me if a position were available. Other people who work there have hinted that there is a position available, or should be. I don't know. It would be cool to get a permanent job, just for the feeling of security, as well as what would probably be a significant pay increase. Not that I really care about money, but at the moment, I'm just managing to pay the bills on what I'm earning, and can't afford to take any time off at all.
In lieu of a job, I've received a mug, a sweatshirt, and a tote bag, all in navy blue and bearing the company name. I wore my sweatshirt to the very cold file storage unit, where I sat from 8-4 pm, writing down information for will files, some of which were opened in the 1950s. I contemplated what things were like when that file was new. If I had been alive then, how would I see the world today? Of course, I know older people must have a different view of the world than I do, but I really attempted to feel what it must be like to have been alive then as well as now. Many things I am used to and see as natural would have been unimaginable then.
So Close and So Far Away
I think I'm actually succeeding at divorcing myself from my "husband." Martijn and I only e-mail now to clarify things in relation to the divorce. There's no - hope you're ok, how are things in your life? I can deal with it, it just seems sad at some abstract level to reach that point with someone I was so close to for 9 years.
But anyway, onwards and ...onwards. The latest news (well, perhaps a few weeks old at this point): I'm in love. Some of you may know this. I was all angsty about it for a while, but now I'm just chilling with it, and it's really cool.
I've been having some thoughts about polyamory vs. monogamy. But I'll spare you all until I'm finished thinking things through.
Friendships have been good recently. I've been meeting new people; catching up and keeping in touch with "old" people. Getting out of the house more is a good thing...not sure why I didn't try it before. I guess I needed people to oblige my efforts at socializing; which I've been lucky to find lately.
Feeling the Urge
For the past few weeks, I've been wanting to do creative things. Twice in the past 24 hours I've seen things I wish I could have photographed. Yesterday, two older, poorly dressed men just hanging out on the street downtown, about 10 feet apart. One was staring out at the cars; the other was staring down into a paperback. Today in my apartment complex: two boys laughing, standing on the branches of a small tree they'd climbed. Two other boys running up to join them. I thought that kind of stuff was out of fashion with kids.
I want to write and draw and fix up my apartment. I want to sing again. Will I do any of it? Probably not, but maybe here it's also the thought that counts? Again, probably not.
Super Long LJ Entries
Yeah, I'll try to keep those to a minimum :P
Fennel
An underused and underappreciated vegetable, in my opinion. I suppose it's an acquired taste. I need to eat more fennel. A few years ago I made...I believe it was tilapia with a sauce of fennel, tomato, herbs, wine and black olives. It was good, and I'm generally clueless with fish. My father was growing some fennel in the garden under the assumption that his Italian ancestors would have eaten it on a regular basis.
Files, files, and more files
Work has been ok. I'm still temping at the law firm. I've been there about 7 weeks now. My supervisor has said multiple times she would hire me if a position were available. Other people who work there have hinted that there is a position available, or should be. I don't know. It would be cool to get a permanent job, just for the feeling of security, as well as what would probably be a significant pay increase. Not that I really care about money, but at the moment, I'm just managing to pay the bills on what I'm earning, and can't afford to take any time off at all.
In lieu of a job, I've received a mug, a sweatshirt, and a tote bag, all in navy blue and bearing the company name. I wore my sweatshirt to the very cold file storage unit, where I sat from 8-4 pm, writing down information for will files, some of which were opened in the 1950s. I contemplated what things were like when that file was new. If I had been alive then, how would I see the world today? Of course, I know older people must have a different view of the world than I do, but I really attempted to feel what it must be like to have been alive then as well as now. Many things I am used to and see as natural would have been unimaginable then.
So Close and So Far Away
I think I'm actually succeeding at divorcing myself from my "husband." Martijn and I only e-mail now to clarify things in relation to the divorce. There's no - hope you're ok, how are things in your life? I can deal with it, it just seems sad at some abstract level to reach that point with someone I was so close to for 9 years.
But anyway, onwards and ...onwards. The latest news (well, perhaps a few weeks old at this point): I'm in love. Some of you may know this. I was all angsty about it for a while, but now I'm just chilling with it, and it's really cool.
I've been having some thoughts about polyamory vs. monogamy. But I'll spare you all until I'm finished thinking things through.
Friendships have been good recently. I've been meeting new people; catching up and keeping in touch with "old" people. Getting out of the house more is a good thing...not sure why I didn't try it before. I guess I needed people to oblige my efforts at socializing; which I've been lucky to find lately.
Feeling the Urge
For the past few weeks, I've been wanting to do creative things. Twice in the past 24 hours I've seen things I wish I could have photographed. Yesterday, two older, poorly dressed men just hanging out on the street downtown, about 10 feet apart. One was staring out at the cars; the other was staring down into a paperback. Today in my apartment complex: two boys laughing, standing on the branches of a small tree they'd climbed. Two other boys running up to join them. I thought that kind of stuff was out of fashion with kids.
I want to write and draw and fix up my apartment. I want to sing again. Will I do any of it? Probably not, but maybe here it's also the thought that counts? Again, probably not.
Super Long LJ Entries
Yeah, I'll try to keep those to a minimum :P