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Labor Day (of various sorts)
Sep. 6th, 2010 06:32 pmI don't know why the Window Guys were working today, but they were, and they came and took all my interior windows away. I still have storm windows, but that's all. I suppose it was good that I was home, because the easiest way to keep Snip from being "helpful" was to put her in a carrier for the two hours it took the guys to abscond with 13 windows. She complained vociferously and shredded all her front claws trying to dig her way out through the floor or paw the door open. At least she's still speaking to me. (The fact that I shared my lunch probably helped. Everything is better with cheese.)
This week's lunch for work is ditalini and white beans and diced tomatoes, with dressing made from the tomato juice and some olive oil, basil, parsley, garlic powder, onion powder, salt and pepper. I was originally trying for pasta fagiole without the actual sauce, but the basil took over the world, so now I'm not sure what I've got. Whatever it is, it tastes good, and hopefully the ditalini will take up most of the dressing. The object of the game is to have some lunch that doesn't leak all over the inside of the lunch bag.
I finally talked to Mom today, and she's doing quite well for having a week-old hip replacement. The visiting nurse and the physical therapist were both impressed, because she can do things for herself quite well. About the only thing that's out is laundry, because that involves the stairs-going-upstairs and the basement stairs, and that's too many for right now.
It seems I have new downhill neighbors again. At least some of the previous neighbors smoked; so far the new ones don't, and that's nice. I'm not quite ready to close the storm windows yet. Although hopefully that won't be as much of a battle this fall since the storm windows are all new and aren't (yet) inclined to let the glass shoot down suddenly and guillotine the fingers.
On a semi-related tangent, I wonder how old this building is?
This week's lunch for work is ditalini and white beans and diced tomatoes, with dressing made from the tomato juice and some olive oil, basil, parsley, garlic powder, onion powder, salt and pepper. I was originally trying for pasta fagiole without the actual sauce, but the basil took over the world, so now I'm not sure what I've got. Whatever it is, it tastes good, and hopefully the ditalini will take up most of the dressing. The object of the game is to have some lunch that doesn't leak all over the inside of the lunch bag.
I finally talked to Mom today, and she's doing quite well for having a week-old hip replacement. The visiting nurse and the physical therapist were both impressed, because she can do things for herself quite well. About the only thing that's out is laundry, because that involves the stairs-going-upstairs and the basement stairs, and that's too many for right now.
It seems I have new downhill neighbors again. At least some of the previous neighbors smoked; so far the new ones don't, and that's nice. I'm not quite ready to close the storm windows yet. Although hopefully that won't be as much of a battle this fall since the storm windows are all new and aren't (yet) inclined to let the glass shoot down suddenly and guillotine the fingers.
On a semi-related tangent, I wonder how old this building is?
