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Feb. 18th, 2014 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesIt was a pretty good weekend, in that it was three days long and it only snowed once. That meant I could go stomping around outdoors, breaking in my new sluck-puddle boots (after Sunday) and breaking out of a case of the fidgets at the same time. The new boots have stiffer soles than the old ones, which is taking some getting used to, especially when walking on ice. But they also have shorter laces than the old ones, so Snip can't destroy them quite so much. (She has her very own set of shoelaces; why can't she play with those?)
Speaking of Snip, I have discovered that she Does Not Like human beings under the age of 10. I have no idea why that is, but she got VERY upset, to the point of hissing at me for a while after the perceived threat had gone home. She's only ever hissed at the vet before. At least she had calmed down again by bedtime, so whatever the trauma was, I've been forgiven for it. And I got to be social, and got rid of a significant number of pairs of pants that don't fit me these days, so it was all good in the end.
Today hasn't been quite so good. I managed to scrape my hand and tweak my ankle this morning in the process of getting the ice-encrusted lid off the trash can. Trash day isn't until tomorrow and I could have waited, but I wanted to get rid of a couple of pounds of chicken bones I had made stock out of. (I wanted black bean soup, but got sidetracked by Whole Foods selling chicken bones for soup and ended up making stock instead of soaking beans.) I'm having to learn to cook all over again, sort of; it's not so much that what I cook is bad for me, but I have to get used to smaller portion sizes and either cook less of whatever it is, or eat it for two or three straight weeks, by which time I'm thoroughly tired of it. Freezing some things would be lovely, but I don't have enough freezer space to keep ingredients and meals at the same time. Someday I'll figure this all out.
Then I got to work and, of course, Dr. C had to come tell me there's something wrong with his online course materials. He comes at least once a week and asks me why things don't work the way they used to when it was all on paper and how am I going to fix it. (First, have an orientation meeting with your tutors, like we asked you to three times. They can do what you're asking me to do as easily as I can; they just don't know that because you didn't tell them, or they don't want to, or both.) This course ends at the end of March and I hope March goes quickly (although I'm not expecting it to, between the weather this winter and the fact that it's never even warmish by the end of March).
In cheerier news, yesterday I treated myself to a latte, and it was wonderful. Part of me thinks it's silly to make such a big deal out of the existence of coffee with milk in it, and the other part thinks it's great that it made me that happy and can't wait (another three months?) to do it again. I generally side with the part that thinks it's great, because it's fun to enjoy things. I wonder what the next thing I enjoy that much will be?
Speaking of Snip, I have discovered that she Does Not Like human beings under the age of 10. I have no idea why that is, but she got VERY upset, to the point of hissing at me for a while after the perceived threat had gone home. She's only ever hissed at the vet before. At least she had calmed down again by bedtime, so whatever the trauma was, I've been forgiven for it. And I got to be social, and got rid of a significant number of pairs of pants that don't fit me these days, so it was all good in the end.
Today hasn't been quite so good. I managed to scrape my hand and tweak my ankle this morning in the process of getting the ice-encrusted lid off the trash can. Trash day isn't until tomorrow and I could have waited, but I wanted to get rid of a couple of pounds of chicken bones I had made stock out of. (I wanted black bean soup, but got sidetracked by Whole Foods selling chicken bones for soup and ended up making stock instead of soaking beans.) I'm having to learn to cook all over again, sort of; it's not so much that what I cook is bad for me, but I have to get used to smaller portion sizes and either cook less of whatever it is, or eat it for two or three straight weeks, by which time I'm thoroughly tired of it. Freezing some things would be lovely, but I don't have enough freezer space to keep ingredients and meals at the same time. Someday I'll figure this all out.
Then I got to work and, of course, Dr. C had to come tell me there's something wrong with his online course materials. He comes at least once a week and asks me why things don't work the way they used to when it was all on paper and how am I going to fix it. (First, have an orientation meeting with your tutors, like we asked you to three times. They can do what you're asking me to do as easily as I can; they just don't know that because you didn't tell them, or they don't want to, or both.) This course ends at the end of March and I hope March goes quickly (although I'm not expecting it to, between the weather this winter and the fact that it's never even warmish by the end of March).
In cheerier news, yesterday I treated myself to a latte, and it was wonderful. Part of me thinks it's silly to make such a big deal out of the existence of coffee with milk in it, and the other part thinks it's great that it made me that happy and can't wait (another three months?) to do it again. I generally side with the part that thinks it's great, because it's fun to enjoy things. I wonder what the next thing I enjoy that much will be?
