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half-lazy Sunday
Mar. 11th, 2007 09:19 pmToday I went for a ramble, although probably most of it doesn't count because I did it by bus. I went from home to Harvard Square, walked up to Porter Square and stuck my head in Tokai (I do that every so often), walked back to Harvard Square, meandered around a little and had a little lunch, went to Cardullo's for one old favorite (Hachez 77% dark chocolate with strawberry and pepper) and one experiment (Feodora Grand'Or 75% dark chocolate with lime), took the bus back to Coolidge Corner, meandered around a little there, went to TJ's and came home with various alcohol (wine to cook chicken with, and experimental beer).
So, cooking chicken...I've got half an idea involving white wine and artichokes and capers and garlic and oregano and maybe a tomato or so. I wish I knew what exactly I was going to do with that combination of ingredients. I have some shrimp and tofu and peapods and celery and a cabbage to use up first anyway.
There's something up with my right eye. It's been blurry for the last week, and it's getting to be tiresome and inconvenient. Good thing I'm going to the eye doctor in April. I think the prescription has changed again and my brain has just caught up with it. When I get a new prescription, I always have fun for a couple of days feeling like I can see for miles, just because I can read street signs from across the street and I can see my eyelashes in the mirror when I brush my hair in the morning.
I'm not usually all that acquisitive, but lately it seems that I am. It's been vitally important to the point of making me miserable if I can't find whatever book or CD or DVD I want to buy at the moment I want to buy it. It's a control thing, I think. There's almost too much going on lately that I can't control. I'm getting very tired of dealing with a new disaster every time the phone rings.
The weekend high temperature in my living room was 62, last night. I still can't decide whether I want to know this sort of thing or not.
So, cooking chicken...I've got half an idea involving white wine and artichokes and capers and garlic and oregano and maybe a tomato or so. I wish I knew what exactly I was going to do with that combination of ingredients. I have some shrimp and tofu and peapods and celery and a cabbage to use up first anyway.
There's something up with my right eye. It's been blurry for the last week, and it's getting to be tiresome and inconvenient. Good thing I'm going to the eye doctor in April. I think the prescription has changed again and my brain has just caught up with it. When I get a new prescription, I always have fun for a couple of days feeling like I can see for miles, just because I can read street signs from across the street and I can see my eyelashes in the mirror when I brush my hair in the morning.
I'm not usually all that acquisitive, but lately it seems that I am. It's been vitally important to the point of making me miserable if I can't find whatever book or CD or DVD I want to buy at the moment I want to buy it. It's a control thing, I think. There's almost too much going on lately that I can't control. I'm getting very tired of dealing with a new disaster every time the phone rings.
The weekend high temperature in my living room was 62, last night. I still can't decide whether I want to know this sort of thing or not.
