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Feb. 23rd, 2015 11:50 amYesterday I got an hour and a half of exercise breaking between 1/4" and 1 1/2" of ice off the sidewalk (marvelous thing: it was warm enough to loosen the ice enough for me to do that!). Today my right shoulder, which was just about speaking to me again after the massage on Friday, is still sulking. But the sidewalk is mostly down to bare cement, and I wasn't sure that was going to happen until May given that we're on the shady side of the street. So I helped it along some.
Now that I've arranged not to kill the mailman, who I actually met on Saturday (so I know precisely whom I'm trying to not kill by taking the ice off the sidewalk), I wish he'd deliver my new T pass. On Saturday he said he was delivering Friday's mail, so maybe he'll deliver Saturday's today and my T pass will be in it. I am now playing the "don't make me put more money on the stupid paper ticket, since I had to buy the stupid paper ticket to begin with" game with myself. Life tends to be easier when I can keep the T pass in the wallet and forget about it, instead of getting halfway up the street and then remembering I left the stupid paper ticket in the other bag, or the other set of pockets.
I seem to be gaining a pound or so per week for the last three weeks. Part of it was the not walking on the sprained ankle last month, and then it snowed some more, but part of it might be the discovery of single-serving Haagen-Dasz containers. I think I'd better forget that those exist for a while. And start walking home more often than not, again. At least walking is somewhat more predictable than public transportation these days.
On the weight-gaining side of the coin, I finally thawed out the oxtail and bought a bottle of wine to braise it in, so I ought to do that sometime this week. But maybe not until Friday, because most of the braising recipes I've seen consist of "brown it first and then braise it for three hours or so", which is a bit much for a school night. (Although the recipe I'm looking at says it gets better if it sits for a couple of days, so maybe I'll do it on a school night anyway.) Hopefully it turns out better than the disappointing oatmeal cookies I made a couple of weeks ago. I should have made granola instead. Let that be a lesson to most of us.
Speaking of cooking, Snip has decided that Muenster is a barely-adequate substitute for Provolone. I suppose that's good to know in case Provolone ever disappears from the human experience, and the earnest look on her face was very cute, but I don't want to encourage her if I can help it. (But she is very cute when she's earnest.)
Now that I've arranged not to kill the mailman, who I actually met on Saturday (so I know precisely whom I'm trying to not kill by taking the ice off the sidewalk), I wish he'd deliver my new T pass. On Saturday he said he was delivering Friday's mail, so maybe he'll deliver Saturday's today and my T pass will be in it. I am now playing the "don't make me put more money on the stupid paper ticket, since I had to buy the stupid paper ticket to begin with" game with myself. Life tends to be easier when I can keep the T pass in the wallet and forget about it, instead of getting halfway up the street and then remembering I left the stupid paper ticket in the other bag, or the other set of pockets.
I seem to be gaining a pound or so per week for the last three weeks. Part of it was the not walking on the sprained ankle last month, and then it snowed some more, but part of it might be the discovery of single-serving Haagen-Dasz containers. I think I'd better forget that those exist for a while. And start walking home more often than not, again. At least walking is somewhat more predictable than public transportation these days.
On the weight-gaining side of the coin, I finally thawed out the oxtail and bought a bottle of wine to braise it in, so I ought to do that sometime this week. But maybe not until Friday, because most of the braising recipes I've seen consist of "brown it first and then braise it for three hours or so", which is a bit much for a school night. (Although the recipe I'm looking at says it gets better if it sits for a couple of days, so maybe I'll do it on a school night anyway.) Hopefully it turns out better than the disappointing oatmeal cookies I made a couple of weeks ago. I should have made granola instead. Let that be a lesson to most of us.
Speaking of cooking, Snip has decided that Muenster is a barely-adequate substitute for Provolone. I suppose that's good to know in case Provolone ever disappears from the human experience, and the earnest look on her face was very cute, but I don't want to encourage her if I can help it. (But she is very cute when she's earnest.)
