an anti-rant
Jun. 23rd, 2008 12:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesBecause I am fighting as hard as I can against a rant about work, a list of good things not related to work:
At breakfast on Saturday, I started writing again, and what I started writing seems to actually want to go places. (Lesson learned for my other piece of writing that isn’t going places: when you have a plot point jumping up and down in your brain yelling “WRITE THIS”, write that, and never mind how the rest of the plot’s going to get there. It’ll figure itself out, or it won’t and you’ll have an offshoot.)
I made a very tasty concoction on Sunday night, consisting of orzo, chicken and pesto sausages, grape tomatoes, baby spinach, and fresh mozzarella. I think for next time it needs garlic, or basil, or both, but its current incarnation is quite nice and will provide lunch for the next several days.
I’ve been socking it to my credit card balance to such an extent that I hope to be able to pay it off completely before I have to start paying for fuel oil again.
It didn’t occur to me that on Friday after the thunderstorms, there might be a rainbow out there. It was a very pleasant surprise when I looked out the window and saw the rainbow over the flagpoles next door.
Speaking of flagpoles, after Memorial Day, Union St. is decked out in flags on all the telephone poles for the rest of the summer. And I discovered that somebody at the other end of Union St. has a koi pond in their front yard. (I don’t know how they keep the koi alive in the winter, but they must manage somehow, because there are at least three or four big ones and a mess of goldfish-sized ones in there.)
The loud Celtics-fan neighbor seems not to be a baseball fan. I haven’t heard anything from him since last weekend; in fact, I don’t think he was home this weekend.
I never use the back doors at home, because as far as I knew, the keys didn’t work without serious arguing. I tried them on Saturday and they both work quite nicely. This is good because the front porch is getting painted sometime next week, and needs a day to dry, so I’ll have to come in through the back. (The porch being painted is also good; it's looking a little sad right now.)
At breakfast on Saturday, I started writing again, and what I started writing seems to actually want to go places. (Lesson learned for my other piece of writing that isn’t going places: when you have a plot point jumping up and down in your brain yelling “WRITE THIS”, write that, and never mind how the rest of the plot’s going to get there. It’ll figure itself out, or it won’t and you’ll have an offshoot.)
I made a very tasty concoction on Sunday night, consisting of orzo, chicken and pesto sausages, grape tomatoes, baby spinach, and fresh mozzarella. I think for next time it needs garlic, or basil, or both, but its current incarnation is quite nice and will provide lunch for the next several days.
I’ve been socking it to my credit card balance to such an extent that I hope to be able to pay it off completely before I have to start paying for fuel oil again.
It didn’t occur to me that on Friday after the thunderstorms, there might be a rainbow out there. It was a very pleasant surprise when I looked out the window and saw the rainbow over the flagpoles next door.
Speaking of flagpoles, after Memorial Day, Union St. is decked out in flags on all the telephone poles for the rest of the summer. And I discovered that somebody at the other end of Union St. has a koi pond in their front yard. (I don’t know how they keep the koi alive in the winter, but they must manage somehow, because there are at least three or four big ones and a mess of goldfish-sized ones in there.)
The loud Celtics-fan neighbor seems not to be a baseball fan. I haven’t heard anything from him since last weekend; in fact, I don’t think he was home this weekend.
I never use the back doors at home, because as far as I knew, the keys didn’t work without serious arguing. I tried them on Saturday and they both work quite nicely. This is good because the front porch is getting painted sometime next week, and needs a day to dry, so I’ll have to come in through the back. (The porch being painted is also good; it's looking a little sad right now.)
