Song of the day: “Somebody I used to know” by Gotye and Kimbra. Still a cool song. Such angst, such anger. Just wonderful.
So yeah, I just finished a wonderful workout, which was highly necessary after the past two weeks. Not a lot, my boxing ball is still not in a spot where I can use it, mind you, but better than nothing. Luckily I am slowly becoming more nimble again. Yay.
Very little cooking experimenting going on, much to my regret, but at the moment eating is about necessity rather than fun. Did manage another batch of buckwheat burgers, which went down well, especially during work, since you can just grab a slab and chew on it while you’re busy…strangely enough my Spanish coworkers don’t know buckwheat. I looked it up for the Spanish name, which is Alforfón or Trigo Sarraceno (very apt) but they didn’t have a clue what it was. A pity, too, since they really liked the taste of the burgers…I tend to take bits and pieces of my experiments along so I can try them out on unsuspecting volunteers. Hah.
So far I haven’t given them anything they don’t like yet. *grin*
There were a few trips to pick up donations, but nothing big. Bad time of the year for such things, I suppose.
The foot is nothing doing too bad. Had a few bad moments, especially after a long work day which was spent on my feet the entire time, but putting them up, legs at a ninety degree angle really helps. Also, I am paying way more attention to my posture than worrying about how much my feet hurt and it’s having a positive effect. Can’t do nothing if you’re just worrying, can you? Really had to let that go first, and then started to notice the difference. Keeping my fingers crossed.
What with long hours, we got very little done at home. Basically I come home, stuff my face with something, take a nap, and then try to get two to three hours of edits done. Doesn’t work when my eyes are falling shut, ya know, therefore the nap…which is bliss, most of the time. And the doggies, they absolutely love it when I curl up under the blankets with them. Now that is what they call quality time. Good thing too, otherwise they wouldn’t be getting any.
Less than two weeks to go for the competition, and we’re about halfway through the edit. Might be that we won’t make the whole thing in time, but if we enroll on opening day, we’ll be able to reload the manuscript for a few days longer, so with some cramming we might actually finish it after all.
If I had known that actual writing would only be about 30 percent of my chosen profession, while the rest is all about research, edits, networking and “sales” I might have reconsidered…what am I saying, of course I wouldn’t have. Love the damn thing too much for that, I think. Even the edits; they give a way deeper sense of the stories than just stream of consciousness writing. *sigh* I mean, how else can you come across something you wrote, and you’re going over that sentence thinking “wow, did I write that?” and not having a single memory of when you did. It’s awesome.
Guess all jobs have a down side, eh?
Doggies. Julia is doing well, and she and Sammie will be traveling by plane to join Cousin Ed and Tenant in their new place. Both ladies are looking forward to that, and grandpa is busily training the two dogs to get them used to a traveling box. Julia has little trouble with it, especially after her time at the vet, but Sammie is still a bit behind in that regard. He’ll get there, though.
Though it is always sad to see a dog go, it will be a relief for grandpa to get some more space. He’s got quite a few dogs there, and the crammed space is getting to him…all of us, really. Before disaster struck we were basically always outside or in the car port busy with one project or other, and now, after work, the winter weather, there really isn’t much more choice than go to our respective corners to spend some time with our dogs, catch up on correspondence (luckily I have a lot of that at the moment. Busy, busy, busy) and of course edits.
Sally is close to the end. She just lies on her bed these days, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Sad news to hear, that. The only thing she still responds to, apparently, is singing. When cousin Ed visits, they sing together a bit, and Sally appears to enjoy that. Won’t be long now, though.
Okay, that’s totally depressing. On to other things.
Got the car fixed at last. Had to postpone it time and again due to the holidays and work hours, but it got done. They even fixed a rip in the back door (unasked for, and without extra charge)which...gawd, did I forget to mention how that happened? Well, anyway, I went out on my last free day to help out our former Spanish teacher. She needed someone with a big car to haul her new kitchen to her new house. On our way back, the back door suddenly swung open, wedging the door against the spare of the trailer. Jeez. That could have turned out very unpleasant if some of our load had tumbled out in the middle of a busy road. Luckily only the door suffered.
Big brother and I drove to Alozaina the other day after work for a future job. Just a short one of setting up a garden house. It should take us two to three days, and the location is a pleasant one, so we should be able to get it done in time, and after our present job if weather permits. It will be interesting to plan at least.
Gawd, I’m eager for spring, than we can at least be out all day again. I get claustrophobic being inside so much. I’m thinking of maybe going out with the Knight later today. Take him for a walk, get him moving enough to get rid of his excess energy…he’s got loads of that. He is so excited to see me every time that he ends up hurting me one way or other. Regretfully pain is not something that I appreciate as love. Hah. Poor darling. Might head up the mountain for a bit. Breath in some fresh air.
Not that I’m inside right now. Not at all. I am outside on the terrace in front of what used to be my cabin, and that is slightly depressing…ergo my intention of heading out for a bit. I think that is a splendid idea. Gonna do that.
What else? Had some serious storms this past week. Wind storms to be exact. Lost several tree tops. They just came tumbling down supplying us with some nice firewood for next year, hah. Not a lot of rain, I fear. Some, but not even close to enough. It is winter, though, so there was enough for grandpa to grow some veggies. Enjoyed the fresh broccoli tremendously, I’ll admit.
Oh, and tonight I’m going to make baked chestnuts. Definitely. I better get started.
