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dchenesThis weekend was frustrating for a lot of reasons that don't really make sense to anybody but me, and all the reasons seemed to tie into each other and make it impossible for me to come up with any decent solutions. So I spent a lot more of the weekend than necessary going GRRR.
It started with Mario having his house insulated, which got me out of the house at 8:30 on Saturday morning because I didn't want to stay home and listen to the crew holler at each other. What I really wanted was to sleep in some, but that was not to be. So I got up and got out, and although I did find breakfast in an unexpected place, I also got it on my shirt. I threw the shirt right in the laundry when I got home, but it came out of the dryer with an oil stain, so now I have Yet Another shirt with spots on it. That's at least the fourth shirt in the last week that I've discovered spots on.
Then I had my voice lesson. We were working on things I'm not good at, and we have to keep working on them until I get good at them, and I don't seem to be getting any better. I don't practice enough, and I know that, but it's still frustrating. (And there's nothing that reminds me I'm fat like having to keep at least one hand on my stomach for most of the lesson, unless it's discovering I spilled something on my shirt and couldn't see that because my rack is in the way. GRRRR.)
The weather decided to be cold and windy all of a sudden, too, and that didn't help at all.
Yesterday the weather was better, so I decided I was going to go wander around, and I spent too much money in the process. I wandered all the way to the Galleria for new pants (at least I did that right, and the pants I came home with were in fact the ones I wanted), and then went to the Eddie Bauer outlet for shirts without spots on them. In the dressing room I discovered that the shirt I was wearing also had spots on it, and I have no idea what they were spots of or when they got there. GRRRR. (And they were white spots, and it was a green shirt, so they were really conspicuous spots.) I did find three shirts I liked, but discovered that the prevailing color at the Eddie Bauer outlet this summer is purple. The only color I want less than purple is orange.
Buying shirts reminded me that I have at least half a closet full of clothes I'll never wear again for various reasons, and I ought to do something about that. The stuff with stains on it is one thing, but I hate just throwing out perfectly good clothing even though nobody's going to want it. It isn't old enough to be retro and it's too old to be stylish. GRRR.
I did, however, make some very pleasant orzo and chickpea salad, and started it by cooking my own chickpeas. I've been sort of wary of cooking my own beans since the last time I made 14-bean soup, because half of the beans disintegrated and I ended up with random-beans-in-mush-that-tastes-like-lentils soup (and I hate lentils). But I bought a fairly enormous bag of dried chickpeas last time I went to Watertown, since they were cheap. Soaked overnight, boiled for two minutes and simmered for about 45 minutes, they're just about perfect.
I also put roasted grape tomatoes in the salad, so between cooking chickpeas for 45 minutes and roasting grape tomatoes for two hours, it was a bit of a process. (But worth it. Roasted grape tomatoes are one of my current favorite things.) Besides chickpeas and tomatoes and orzo, the salad has feta and parsley and dill and lemon juice and olive oil and a lot of black pepper in it. I meant to put scallions in too, but I forgot I had bought them. I guess I'll have to make something else with scallions in it.
Speaking of which, theoretically the Coolidge Corner farmers' market has started again. I ought to remember that. (And now I want cucumber and tomato salad with scallions and mint and parsley. Maybe I'll do that later this week when it's supposed to be HOT.) I hope the smoked-fish guy with the scallop pate is back there this year; last year I found him at the SoWa market, but that's a REALLY long hike from Brighton.
It started with Mario having his house insulated, which got me out of the house at 8:30 on Saturday morning because I didn't want to stay home and listen to the crew holler at each other. What I really wanted was to sleep in some, but that was not to be. So I got up and got out, and although I did find breakfast in an unexpected place, I also got it on my shirt. I threw the shirt right in the laundry when I got home, but it came out of the dryer with an oil stain, so now I have Yet Another shirt with spots on it. That's at least the fourth shirt in the last week that I've discovered spots on.
Then I had my voice lesson. We were working on things I'm not good at, and we have to keep working on them until I get good at them, and I don't seem to be getting any better. I don't practice enough, and I know that, but it's still frustrating. (And there's nothing that reminds me I'm fat like having to keep at least one hand on my stomach for most of the lesson, unless it's discovering I spilled something on my shirt and couldn't see that because my rack is in the way. GRRRR.)
The weather decided to be cold and windy all of a sudden, too, and that didn't help at all.
Yesterday the weather was better, so I decided I was going to go wander around, and I spent too much money in the process. I wandered all the way to the Galleria for new pants (at least I did that right, and the pants I came home with were in fact the ones I wanted), and then went to the Eddie Bauer outlet for shirts without spots on them. In the dressing room I discovered that the shirt I was wearing also had spots on it, and I have no idea what they were spots of or when they got there. GRRRR. (And they were white spots, and it was a green shirt, so they were really conspicuous spots.) I did find three shirts I liked, but discovered that the prevailing color at the Eddie Bauer outlet this summer is purple. The only color I want less than purple is orange.
Buying shirts reminded me that I have at least half a closet full of clothes I'll never wear again for various reasons, and I ought to do something about that. The stuff with stains on it is one thing, but I hate just throwing out perfectly good clothing even though nobody's going to want it. It isn't old enough to be retro and it's too old to be stylish. GRRR.
I did, however, make some very pleasant orzo and chickpea salad, and started it by cooking my own chickpeas. I've been sort of wary of cooking my own beans since the last time I made 14-bean soup, because half of the beans disintegrated and I ended up with random-beans-in-mush-that-tastes-like-lentils soup (and I hate lentils). But I bought a fairly enormous bag of dried chickpeas last time I went to Watertown, since they were cheap. Soaked overnight, boiled for two minutes and simmered for about 45 minutes, they're just about perfect.
I also put roasted grape tomatoes in the salad, so between cooking chickpeas for 45 minutes and roasting grape tomatoes for two hours, it was a bit of a process. (But worth it. Roasted grape tomatoes are one of my current favorite things.) Besides chickpeas and tomatoes and orzo, the salad has feta and parsley and dill and lemon juice and olive oil and a lot of black pepper in it. I meant to put scallions in too, but I forgot I had bought them. I guess I'll have to make something else with scallions in it.
Speaking of which, theoretically the Coolidge Corner farmers' market has started again. I ought to remember that. (And now I want cucumber and tomato salad with scallions and mint and parsley. Maybe I'll do that later this week when it's supposed to be HOT.) I hope the smoked-fish guy with the scallop pate is back there this year; last year I found him at the SoWa market, but that's a REALLY long hike from Brighton.
