i just found this recipe and had to blog about it so i don’t forget. i think it will work out well in a bento… now i just have to find my mini-muffin tin.
kurt’s friend brendan and mom’s george came over this evening to run wire in the basement. all was successful. we got the broken outlet in the first floor bedroom to work, and put the room on a 20 amp circuit all by itself, and brendan’s going to put one in outside so we have electricity when it’s time to build a deck.
i have to admit, it’s been kinda hard to get into the home-owner’s groove… things i want to do and won’t have time for. but we have less than 3 weeks to get our sh*t together and get the house presentable for a party.
grandma and john are coming over this weekend (they’re in town for another festivity), and i’d like to, at least, get it comfortable. john’s a big guy, and i’m not even sure he (or grandma) is going to want to trek upstairs… so i’m taking friday off in order to get the house up to some sort of standard that doesn’t look like we just moved in… impossible expectations, i’m aware.
i just have to remember to take before pictures so i can enjoy my accomplishments. :)
before we started packing for the move, i used to keep track of my debits and credits almost daily. i had an excel spreadsheet all formatted to look like a check register, and i’d add and subtract as needed… keeping very close tabs for no reason.
well, we started packing, and moving, and it became difficult to hold on to card receipts and atm visits simply for the sake of doing it… so i stopped. cold turkey. no more wondering why my records are $0.13 off, or a hundred (in my favor). i just check my account online every once in a while, and i have plenty in a savings account to juggle around, if necessary.
speaking of which, i just took $150 out to buy a 3-cup rice cooker and some more bento accessories. :x
kurt bought a bike trailer last weekend, so we took it to woodman’s yesterday and loaded it up with our canvas bags full of good food. we were like a coupla regular hippies.
we stopped at a friends house, briefly, on the way back and i was given five different kinds of basil and some cilantro (he’s a horticulturist by both trade and hobby). i didn’t even know there were five different kinds of basil. one is cinnamon flavored!!1
anywho, i think it took less time to bike from the new house than to drive from the old one.
today, she made it all day without going in the house. and, she seems to have found her place with jones. at least as much as two days of learning can find a dog.
this week will be another test, since i won’t be home all day. she is having a little trouble sharing me with jones, though… every time he comes over to get pet, she gets in the middle of us.
here’s them being very good doggies:
so we finally met the lady next door who’s got the corner lot. her name is irma. she was out mowing and stopped to say hi… and made reference to some bush next to our driveway that is creeping only inches over onto her property. she asked if we wanted her son-in-law to chop it down when he comes in the fall. i said we hadn’t thought about it much yet. it just seemed kinda weird, but i said we could talk about it when he shows up.
also, alan offered the lawn chairs on his front porch if we ever needed them. i thought that was very nice.
what it was like to have a one-year-old puppy. nora is doing okay. she had a hard time sleeping in the bed last night, as she’s used to a crate.. so we’re going to borrow one from mom and george to see if she likes that better. she seemed to be scared of the ceiling fan.
we’ve had a couple accidents.. mostly pee. wherever she wants. it’s a little frustrating, but she’s in a new place, and with new people.
we went to the dog park this morning, and she runs like a rabbit! for no reason! around and around.
we’ll probably go back this afternoon. she loved splashing in all the puddles and rolling around in them. :/
it’s been over 8 months since i’ve knitted. i’m not even sure if the big rubbermaid filled with yarn is in the basement or upstairs. i think my needles are downstairs, too, in a sewing box.
i have a lapghan that’s about 5 inches long sitting on the needles. i hope it’s not getting deformed, or worse, falling off the cable that it’s on.
when it gets colder, i hope i’ll be content sitting in front of the tv using up some of my stash.
i’ll probably say this a couple hundred times in the next two years, but i’m “getting” this whole homeownership thing. it makes sense… in a strange way.
yea, we have the shitty electrical, and the toilet that doesn’t flush slow enough, but we also have laundry in the basement and i can traipse around loudly without concern for people downstairs. i actually think, “wait, no one’s down there.” when i walk into the kitchen.
good deal, i say.