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It is too nice a day outdoors to be indoors all day. Unfortunately, so was Saturday, and I went and gave myself three blisters on my left foot and two on my right foot, and the ones on both pinky toes burst before I got home. Those Tevas have got to go, and I ordered some of the throwback ones that never gave me blisters despite walking many miles in them. The straps get mushy as they break in.
When I came home I made pasta salad out of a pound of garlic elbows (Boston Public Market, after the office outing on Friday) and three small sauteed zucchinis and a package of Trader Joe's dried tomatoes in olive oil. It was pretty good when it was newish, so hopefully it will still be good for dinner tonight.
Anyway, yesterday it rained and I stayed home and went barefoot all day to harden up the burst blisters, and utterly failed to get any of the cleaning done aside from doing the dishes. My favorite aunt is coming next Saturday to ride the swan boats with me, and I'd like not to be living in a pit when she gets here. But I couldn't get excited about cleaning the bathroom and the kitchen and the floors, and so I kept putting it off until it was too dark out to do the floors anyway. I did get within one evening of finishing page 15 of the embroidery, though. And I found Snip's favorite ratty old green puffball that had been missing for a couple of weeks and had apparently been swatted behind the mirror in the bedroom. Snip didn't seem to be missing it, but I realized I hadn't stepped on it in quite a while and wondered where it had gone.
Tomorrow I go to the eye doctor and hopefully get my prescription sorted out and my left eye unblurred. After which I will hopefully be more cheerful in general, because not being able to see as well as I'm used to bothers me as background noise when I'm not paying attention to it and bothers me quite a lot when I am paying attention to it. If they tell me it's just my eyeballs getting old and there's nothing to be done about it, I'm going to be severely displeased.
This is a reminder that I should figure out what to be Up To on the weekend of July 4th.
When I came home I made pasta salad out of a pound of garlic elbows (Boston Public Market, after the office outing on Friday) and three small sauteed zucchinis and a package of Trader Joe's dried tomatoes in olive oil. It was pretty good when it was newish, so hopefully it will still be good for dinner tonight.
Anyway, yesterday it rained and I stayed home and went barefoot all day to harden up the burst blisters, and utterly failed to get any of the cleaning done aside from doing the dishes. My favorite aunt is coming next Saturday to ride the swan boats with me, and I'd like not to be living in a pit when she gets here. But I couldn't get excited about cleaning the bathroom and the kitchen and the floors, and so I kept putting it off until it was too dark out to do the floors anyway. I did get within one evening of finishing page 15 of the embroidery, though. And I found Snip's favorite ratty old green puffball that had been missing for a couple of weeks and had apparently been swatted behind the mirror in the bedroom. Snip didn't seem to be missing it, but I realized I hadn't stepped on it in quite a while and wondered where it had gone.
Tomorrow I go to the eye doctor and hopefully get my prescription sorted out and my left eye unblurred. After which I will hopefully be more cheerful in general, because not being able to see as well as I'm used to bothers me as background noise when I'm not paying attention to it and bothers me quite a lot when I am paying attention to it. If they tell me it's just my eyeballs getting old and there's nothing to be done about it, I'm going to be severely displeased.
This is a reminder that I should figure out what to be Up To on the weekend of July 4th.