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I called my sister to find out if she had a cookbook with pomegranate chicken in it. She does, but she had just packed it because she's moving next weekend. So I muddled through with the recipe I had, which was very tasty but was more like white wine and cinnamon sauce. I think the pomegranate I bought wasn't quite juicy enough. Next time, more pomegranate and less cinnamon.
I also finally broke down and ordered the fabric and pattern for Bagatelle, and the pattern for St. Sylvestre. I really don't like buying linen sight unseen, because it usually doesn't turn out to be quite the color I wanted. It's a little like trying to buy paint by name only, and when they give the DMC equivalent, most of the time I don't have that color of floss in the first place, so it doesn't help much. What I want for St. Sylvestre is maroon, and I'm afraid if I buy linen for it without actually seeing what color it is, I'll end up with purple. For Bagatelle I took the pattern's suggestion, which I know is a fairly dark blue. I'd like to do it in silk, but I learned from the last time I tried using silk floss that (surprise!) silk is slippery, and Bagatelle is big, and I'll end up spending a lot of time re-threading needles. Maybe I'll do St. Sylvestre in silk; it's smaller.
My sister is sending me her spare white belt, since I left mine in Boston. (I know exactly where it is, but it's not easily extracted.) Last week I finally gathered up my courage and went to talk to one of the senseis who runs the karate classes here. It turns out that they do Isshinryu, which is the same style I used to do at Oberlin (what is it with Ohio and Isshinryu, anyway?), and they'll take me regardless of how much I've forgotten. After that I came home and went spelunking in my files and found the certificate I got when I got my brown belt. December 1996!? What do you mean, I haven't done this in almost eight years? In that case I definitely ought to start with the white belt again. It's courtesy, besides; when you train in a new or an unfamiliar dojo, you wear a white belt. I'll bring the brown one anyway, and if sensei tells me to wear it, I'll wear it. But I definitely don't deserve it any more. Give me six months and I might.
I gave in to the dictates of the weather and shut all the windows again, having spent large parts of Saturday night being not quite asleep enough to not be cold. Yesterday morning it took a fairly long and very hot shower and two cups of coffee to warm me up again. It's definitely fall here now. I wonder how much snow we'll end up with this winter?
I also finally broke down and ordered the fabric and pattern for Bagatelle, and the pattern for St. Sylvestre. I really don't like buying linen sight unseen, because it usually doesn't turn out to be quite the color I wanted. It's a little like trying to buy paint by name only, and when they give the DMC equivalent, most of the time I don't have that color of floss in the first place, so it doesn't help much. What I want for St. Sylvestre is maroon, and I'm afraid if I buy linen for it without actually seeing what color it is, I'll end up with purple. For Bagatelle I took the pattern's suggestion, which I know is a fairly dark blue. I'd like to do it in silk, but I learned from the last time I tried using silk floss that (surprise!) silk is slippery, and Bagatelle is big, and I'll end up spending a lot of time re-threading needles. Maybe I'll do St. Sylvestre in silk; it's smaller.
My sister is sending me her spare white belt, since I left mine in Boston. (I know exactly where it is, but it's not easily extracted.) Last week I finally gathered up my courage and went to talk to one of the senseis who runs the karate classes here. It turns out that they do Isshinryu, which is the same style I used to do at Oberlin (what is it with Ohio and Isshinryu, anyway?), and they'll take me regardless of how much I've forgotten. After that I came home and went spelunking in my files and found the certificate I got when I got my brown belt. December 1996!? What do you mean, I haven't done this in almost eight years? In that case I definitely ought to start with the white belt again. It's courtesy, besides; when you train in a new or an unfamiliar dojo, you wear a white belt. I'll bring the brown one anyway, and if sensei tells me to wear it, I'll wear it. But I definitely don't deserve it any more. Give me six months and I might.
I gave in to the dictates of the weather and shut all the windows again, having spent large parts of Saturday night being not quite asleep enough to not be cold. Yesterday morning it took a fairly long and very hot shower and two cups of coffee to warm me up again. It's definitely fall here now. I wonder how much snow we'll end up with this winter?
