Weekend accomplishments
Saturday I made breakfast for the 'rents and myself, picked up a couple of their prescriptions, went to Aldi, the carwash, and Rouse's. Neither of the 'rents wanted lunch, so I gave Phil one of those meal replacement drinks we've started keeping on hand, and made Mom some hot chocolate. You just gotta get calories into them any way you can. Mom had piles of clean laundry all over the living room, it's like she gets as far as putting stuff in the dryer and just runs out of energy. So I folded everything and put it in their bedroom.
I did some journaling, cleaned my bureau and switched altars, and read for a while. I finished The Little Sister and decided I was going to stop there with my Raymond Chandler re-read. There was like a 6-year-gap between The Lady in the Lake, which is my favorite, and The Little Sister, with a noticeable drop in the quality of Chandler's writing. Something happened in those 6 years; probably too much booze. I feel like his writing became a caricature of itself in the later books, although you can always find a contrarian who will claim The Long Goodbye is his best.
David made really good creamy polenta in the slow cooker. After supper I watched most of Where Is Private Dulaney on Hulu, then started reading Deliver Us. David started watching The Peripheral and kept texting me all night, complaining about how attractive everyone was and saying "Hey it's the asshole boyfriend from Midsommar."
Sunday I made waffles and bacon for breakfast, and because I know Phil likes them with just butter and maple syrup, I didn't do anything fancy with them. Hey, the classics are the classics for a reason. I finished Where Is Private Dulaney and watched the new episode of Dateline, changed and washed the bed sheets, did a load of towels, made lunch for Phil and I (Mom wasn't hungry, again), baked a cake and a loaf of bread.
Supper was a simple vegetable soup with cheese tortellini in it, with olive bread and salad.
I don't think I ever noticed before how suggestive the shape of tortellini is. It's like the Georgia O'Keefe of pasta.
Dessert was another Snacking Cakes, pumpkin and spiced chocolate.
It had a lot of cinnamon, a pinch of cloves, and a little cayenne--just enough it to give it a little heat. I love spicy chocolate, one of my favorite things to get at the Tabasco store (Avery Island is about a 20 minute drive from our house) is chocolate infused with Tabasco. I also like the Tabasco soft serve they have, so *shrug* I just really like spicy and sweet together.
I watched the first half of Nope and couldn't finish it, it was too weird. I'll finish it tomorrow, probably. Um, is it dumb of me to assume that the whole "sitcom chimp snapped and murdered the human actors" side plot is going to tie into the larger plot, or nah?
(Also did you know Eadweard Muybridge murdered his wife's lover and was acquitted? It was quite the scandal of 1874 San Francisco. His large scale wet plate prints of Yosemite are truly stunning, though.)
Here's this week's cross stitch progress.
I have more of the yellow background color, but I've been putting off filling it in because I know it's going to be boring.
I did some journaling, cleaned my bureau and switched altars, and read for a while. I finished The Little Sister and decided I was going to stop there with my Raymond Chandler re-read. There was like a 6-year-gap between The Lady in the Lake, which is my favorite, and The Little Sister, with a noticeable drop in the quality of Chandler's writing. Something happened in those 6 years; probably too much booze. I feel like his writing became a caricature of itself in the later books, although you can always find a contrarian who will claim The Long Goodbye is his best.
David made really good creamy polenta in the slow cooker. After supper I watched most of Where Is Private Dulaney on Hulu, then started reading Deliver Us. David started watching The Peripheral and kept texting me all night, complaining about how attractive everyone was and saying "Hey it's the asshole boyfriend from Midsommar."
Sunday I made waffles and bacon for breakfast, and because I know Phil likes them with just butter and maple syrup, I didn't do anything fancy with them. Hey, the classics are the classics for a reason. I finished Where Is Private Dulaney and watched the new episode of Dateline, changed and washed the bed sheets, did a load of towels, made lunch for Phil and I (Mom wasn't hungry, again), baked a cake and a loaf of bread.
Supper was a simple vegetable soup with cheese tortellini in it, with olive bread and salad.
I don't think I ever noticed before how suggestive the shape of tortellini is. It's like the Georgia O'Keefe of pasta.
Dessert was another Snacking Cakes, pumpkin and spiced chocolate.
It had a lot of cinnamon, a pinch of cloves, and a little cayenne--just enough it to give it a little heat. I love spicy chocolate, one of my favorite things to get at the Tabasco store (Avery Island is about a 20 minute drive from our house) is chocolate infused with Tabasco. I also like the Tabasco soft serve they have, so *shrug* I just really like spicy and sweet together.
I watched the first half of Nope and couldn't finish it, it was too weird. I'll finish it tomorrow, probably. Um, is it dumb of me to assume that the whole "sitcom chimp snapped and murdered the human actors" side plot is going to tie into the larger plot, or nah?
(Also did you know Eadweard Muybridge murdered his wife's lover and was acquitted? It was quite the scandal of 1874 San Francisco. His large scale wet plate prints of Yosemite are truly stunning, though.)
Here's this week's cross stitch progress.
I have more of the yellow background color, but I've been putting off filling it in because I know it's going to be boring.