Friends, I'll admit, I struggle a bit separating my working from home and my working at home; that is, the work I do for the ministerial work I'd be in the community or at the church for, and the things I do in the space I'm using for said ministerial work, but for fun--like writing, … Continue reading The Wontons!
I used to be a competitive swimmer. I jokingly called myself King of the B-Heat--I couldn't get above ninth place, but I consistently got ninth place. I preferred breaststroke and backstroke, then butterfly, and then, if I had to, freestyle. And until about ninth grade, I swam in programs and clubs during the summer. I … Continue reading 600 Meters? Yards?
It’s Daylight Savings Sunday—the bad one, not the good one. B is working on a stair rail we need for certification, and I, even though it’s just 5:15 (so actually 4:15), have prepped to cook dinner tonight. Behold! Mise en place! Mise en place! It’s Tandoori Quinoa from Yup It’s Vegan, and one of my … Continue reading Mise En Place. Or: Adventures in Food Prep.
So, I'm home sick today, though I think it's my body's remarkable refusal to acclimate to new allergens. I was sick a lot the first year I moved to Texas, too--but I had mono, and I don't think it's pollen related? Anyhow, I know I'm off-kilter because I was so excited to get to work from … Continue reading Those Side Hustles
This is a very quick post. We had friends over for dinner last night. It was my day off; I had time to cook and prep stuff. I made raspberry pie--one is going to church tomorrow. I also made ice cream, because the tartness of the pie requires some kind of creaminess. If the ice … Continue reading Let us Scream
So, we have Disney+, I don't know for how long. I assume forever. Who knows? I am rewatching the Star Wars prequels. I was in high school when these came out, and in an act of uncharacteristic trust and dispensation, my mother let me go with friends to the midnight premiere of The Phantom Menace, Attack of the … Continue reading The Redemption of Count Dooku
It's interesting how much we are creatures of habit, and how to change habit, one must be consistently vigilant until that vigilance becomes ingrained. This isn't vague posting--at least, I don't think it is. This is not passive-aggressively avoiding yet targeting a specific person or institution or idea. I realized in the last few days … Continue reading Those Damned Rabbit Holes