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dchenesChristmas was about as low-key as it's possible to be, which was nice. I brought two pounds of shrimp home because shrimp cocktail on Christmas Eve is as close as we get to the Feast of the Seven Fishes. And at this time of year I can get big shrimp for a semi-reasonable price from Whole Foods and they're usually tasty. Which they were this year, but they were very hard to peel when cooked. (Having discovered that, I peeled the other half before cooking, and they behaved much better.) I think maybe they'd just molted and were hanging onto their shells pretty tight. Anyway, we also had the traditional BLTs for Christmas lunch and the traditional rib roast for dinner, and that was all good. To the point where I would almost get a small rib roast myself for New Year's, because I don't feel like cleaning the oven after roasting a duck.
My mother encountered a knitting pattern for beer bottle cozies and decided I needed a couple, so I now have hand-knitted beer bottle cozies, one blue and one variegated. She said they only took a couple of hours apiece, but they go on four needles, which was somewhat of a pain in the neck to start. They double as cat hats, which was highly amusing for me and somewhat confusing for Snip when I got home. I couldn't get Lily to stay in one place with her head at the appropriate angle.
I also got a small contribution to the prescription scuba mask fund, assuming I'll need one (assuming I can't wear contact lenses under a regular one, which would be considerably more convenient; I don't know if they can grind a scuba mask to correct both nearsightedness and astigmatism). Guess I'd better start being religious about losing enough weight to make a wetsuit possible by May. I was going to do that anyway, because part of the mental sludge I'm cleaning out over the break is about remembering that just because it's food and it's available at work doesn't mean I have to eat it. This fall was just awful for that, for several reasons including impostor syndrome (which I still have) and accreditation.
Other mental sludge involves deciding whether I sing with the chorus this spring or not. I'm really inclined not to, because I looked up the music and I just Don't Wanna. I'll go to the committee meetings and take minutes next semester, but I don't want to go through the rehearsals and pleas for donations for a while. Having fun singing is more important to me than I thought, and chorus hasn't really been much fun for the last year or so. I guess that's a decision.
I wish Stumptown Coffee would put out coffee with cream but no sugar in it. The stuff with sugar in it has too damn much sugar in it. I somehow forgot that and bought it again anyway. That'll teach me to go shopping when thirsty and uncaffeinated...
My mother encountered a knitting pattern for beer bottle cozies and decided I needed a couple, so I now have hand-knitted beer bottle cozies, one blue and one variegated. She said they only took a couple of hours apiece, but they go on four needles, which was somewhat of a pain in the neck to start. They double as cat hats, which was highly amusing for me and somewhat confusing for Snip when I got home. I couldn't get Lily to stay in one place with her head at the appropriate angle.
I also got a small contribution to the prescription scuba mask fund, assuming I'll need one (assuming I can't wear contact lenses under a regular one, which would be considerably more convenient; I don't know if they can grind a scuba mask to correct both nearsightedness and astigmatism). Guess I'd better start being religious about losing enough weight to make a wetsuit possible by May. I was going to do that anyway, because part of the mental sludge I'm cleaning out over the break is about remembering that just because it's food and it's available at work doesn't mean I have to eat it. This fall was just awful for that, for several reasons including impostor syndrome (which I still have) and accreditation.
Other mental sludge involves deciding whether I sing with the chorus this spring or not. I'm really inclined not to, because I looked up the music and I just Don't Wanna. I'll go to the committee meetings and take minutes next semester, but I don't want to go through the rehearsals and pleas for donations for a while. Having fun singing is more important to me than I thought, and chorus hasn't really been much fun for the last year or so. I guess that's a decision.
I wish Stumptown Coffee would put out coffee with cream but no sugar in it. The stuff with sugar in it has too damn much sugar in it. I somehow forgot that and bought it again anyway. That'll teach me to go shopping when thirsty and uncaffeinated...
