March 11th, 2005

crane

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A man pacing in a parking lot and talking urgently to himself is no longer the disturbing image it once was, especially when you can see the wire from their celphone to their ear...
crane

I'll admit...

... when I got my tragus piercing I didn't know that there were going to be a preponderance of in-ear earphones for most audio equipment. Dang, it aches to wear any of them for any length of time.

I guess I'll have to find a better pair of over the ear or actual head phones.
crane

Impromptu Pumpkin

Last night, Emeril was doing pies for his show, and Jet got it in his head that he wanted orange pie! So John and I found a can of pumpkin in the pantry and I made pie while John went off and got pizza for our dinner.

Jet helped me with cutting the fat in and with mixing all the ingredients of the pumpkin together. We got it into the oven when John got home and we ate dinner while it baked. When it was done, we let it cool for the duration of one Dragon Movie (i.e. one Thomas tape of 30 minutes in length) and then John got out the Redi-Whip and we had pumpkin pie for dessert.

It was warm and under the cool froth of the whipped cream, the pumpkin custard was creamy and soft and perfectly spiced. The warmth and texture surprised me as I think I've only ever had pumpkin pie dead cold from the fridge. It was luxurious and satisfying and strange all in one.

It was great for just suddenly deciding to make a pie. I realized, with my present technique for crust, that I could probably make any kind of pie in an early evening I wanted and it would be warm for dessert after dinner. A dangerous truth to know...
crane

No Toys!

We decided to do the Rec. Center after I got home from work. Jet had had a nap, but was mildly cranky. Enough so that he didn't want to "play toys", i.e. go to the kid care, and wanted to just go swim. So we skipped the exercise part of the program (John had been riding all around Longmont all day on his bike with Jet's trailer in tow) and "just" went swimming.

We chased him around the kid pool, then around the Lazy River (around and around and around as he rode his noodle like a bronco), and then up the two stories of concrete steps over and over as we took Jet down "the pink tube", i.e. the large diameter slide. It was a good workout, and the shower, afterwards, felt great.

We decided that since we'd never been to an Appleby's and there was one within an mile of home, that we should try it. It was next door to the IHOP which brought howls of "Funny Face Pancake!!" from Jet until he discovered the chicken, fries, and Oreo milk shake for HIS dinner and dug in. Happiness in a milkshake.

I've been really enjoying the Adagio Li Zi Nutcracker. It really does have the chestnut flavors that the description boasts of, if you brew it at the lower temperature and for, at most, two minutes (rather than the three they suggest). The flavors are astonishingly strong if you add a good, dark honey as well and it nearly tastes like essence of sweet, French-style chestnut paste. It's one of my favorite foods in the whole wide world, and this really hit me as nearly exactly that. And it's great for two full brews, but I got the complete effect with the first brewing. Yow.

Brew it just a bit too long or a bit too hot, though, it goes mouth puckeringly bitter. Bleh. Mmm... delicate greens.

Work's... let up suddenly, at least the stressful parts of it, for the nonce, and it'll only pick up when it can bear it, so I'm left suddenly high and dry. John's working a bit of the weekend, to finish off his section of it all; but I'm kind of left with not really knowing what I absolutely have to do next. I found a few steps still to take, so I did them this afternoon, didn't procrastinate, just plowed right through.

Had a long talk with myJohn about the whole impostor syndrome stuff, and it was enlightening for both of us. Both he and my boss just don't get it, but they now have a better idea of *what* it is, even if none of us have that much better handle on why. They both, now, have more specific things they can do to help me with it when I'm feeling down or out emotionally. That's been excellent.

It's astonishingly good to have a boss that I can discuss weakness with and how to deal with them and NOT have it be about how bad I am, as a person, rather it's a constructive discussion about how to make me more productive. Period. Wow.