Cocoon of Trill
Mar. 19th, 2021 09:52 pmI got quite a few things done today, though most of them were food-related. I dashed off to the store again, because we had run out of milk and a couple of other things. It is really a luxury to be able to pick up random item whenever I want, after a whole year of shopping once every couple of weeks or making up an online order a long intervals. It was a sunny day, and the birds were singing. I got home in time to very quickly prep a pot full of soup. We had a lot of cooking broth left from the St. Patrick's Day corned beef, and it tasted pretty good. So I sauteed onions, celery, carrots, and a pepper and then added the broth, plus some leftover tasty juice from some pork I had cooked, plus three cans of various white beans, and some sage and savory. This started bubbling away just in time for me to doff my apron and go Zoom with Deb and the Prussian. After that, I made the tuna fish salad that the Sparrowhawk had requested, and refreshed myself with some soup and salad before drinking tea and working on my classifying the past project. Many things went to hell in a handbasket in 2009, I can tell you that. I've been through the last stack of notebooks I brought down, and I think I'll have to work on some other project for awhile.
I was texting recently with a friend who suggested we should meet in a bar somewhere and spend our stimulus money. He said he couldn't recall how long it had been since he even had a drink. Obviously not one of those closet quarantine drinkers. I said I needed to visit and corrupt him, and he replied that it would be a reverse intervention--a revention. I think we might all need some kind of a revention once this is over. We got email today from our UU church friends, headed "you bastards." They were only suggesting coffee, but it certainly would be good to see those dirty bastards again. Perhaps I'll bring my flask. I know, I know . . . I always threaten to, but (almost) never do. This might be the time.
I also cooked dinner, but it was the work of a moment--the last of the frozen fish filets, plus leftover colcannon and salad. Simple.
I was texting recently with a friend who suggested we should meet in a bar somewhere and spend our stimulus money. He said he couldn't recall how long it had been since he even had a drink. Obviously not one of those closet quarantine drinkers. I said I needed to visit and corrupt him, and he replied that it would be a reverse intervention--a revention. I think we might all need some kind of a revention once this is over. We got email today from our UU church friends, headed "you bastards." They were only suggesting coffee, but it certainly would be good to see those dirty bastards again. Perhaps I'll bring my flask. I know, I know . . . I always threaten to, but (almost) never do. This might be the time.
I also cooked dinner, but it was the work of a moment--the last of the frozen fish filets, plus leftover colcannon and salad. Simple.