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Dept of Saturday
Saturday, 3 May 2025 09:31 pmI Got Things Done!
This is mostly to remind myself that doing things in small chunks, with lots of breaks to do nothing, or read, or watch videos, or listen to music, works just as well as writing four or five paragraphs at a time does.
I got the bathroom cleaned, something it desperately needed. I still need to scrub the floor and tackle the shower walls, but it doesn't repulse me now, the way it did while I was consumed with writing deadlines and just a tad of back pain.
I cleaned the kitchen and took care of the catbox and some recyclables. These are quotidian tasks but I often leave them undone for a few days at a time. Not good. Today's work was good.
I emptied the vacuum yesterday, and it's ready for action (living room, hall and office) tomorrow.
I found a very nice recipe for lime and garlic chicken that didn't use any tomato stuff. I followed the recipe exactly, and it came out right. Imagine that, says the woman who usually fiddles and shortcuts recipes, which works about 60 percent of the time and doesn't the rest of the time. We had chicken and mashed potatoes with butter and parmesan cheese, and green beans with butter. The mashed potatoes were done for Bob, because I've been providing him with a lot of dishes that I like (heavy into legumes, quasi-Asian and Indian) lately, and I know he sometimes longs for at-least-kinda-American dishes. It's been stressful for him lately, and this was a supper I was happy to cheer him up with.
I just had an inordinately hot shower, I'm listening an inordinately long SKZ playlist, and I declare today a general win.
Oh, I forgot to say that I redyed my hair on ... hmmm ... Monday? It's wonderful. I've been coming to grips with the fact that my hair is thinning, but when it's freshly blue, it looks a lot better. And modern hair dyes are a lot gentler than the dyes that kept my hair red for decades, so I'm relatively sure the dye isn't why the hair is thinning. I think it's genes; I'd hoped to luck into my father's thick hair, and not be beset with Mum's fine hair that was very thin by the end of her life. I've apparently landed right in the middle. And that's something I can live with. Not completely happily, but I can live with it.
And tomorrow, I'm going to tackle some fiction writing that I've been ignoring for too long.
This is mostly to remind myself that doing things in small chunks, with lots of breaks to do nothing, or read, or watch videos, or listen to music, works just as well as writing four or five paragraphs at a time does.
I got the bathroom cleaned, something it desperately needed. I still need to scrub the floor and tackle the shower walls, but it doesn't repulse me now, the way it did while I was consumed with writing deadlines and just a tad of back pain.
I cleaned the kitchen and took care of the catbox and some recyclables. These are quotidian tasks but I often leave them undone for a few days at a time. Not good. Today's work was good.
I emptied the vacuum yesterday, and it's ready for action (living room, hall and office) tomorrow.
I found a very nice recipe for lime and garlic chicken that didn't use any tomato stuff. I followed the recipe exactly, and it came out right. Imagine that, says the woman who usually fiddles and shortcuts recipes, which works about 60 percent of the time and doesn't the rest of the time. We had chicken and mashed potatoes with butter and parmesan cheese, and green beans with butter. The mashed potatoes were done for Bob, because I've been providing him with a lot of dishes that I like (heavy into legumes, quasi-Asian and Indian) lately, and I know he sometimes longs for at-least-kinda-American dishes. It's been stressful for him lately, and this was a supper I was happy to cheer him up with.
I just had an inordinately hot shower, I'm listening an inordinately long SKZ playlist, and I declare today a general win.
Oh, I forgot to say that I redyed my hair on ... hmmm ... Monday? It's wonderful. I've been coming to grips with the fact that my hair is thinning, but when it's freshly blue, it looks a lot better. And modern hair dyes are a lot gentler than the dyes that kept my hair red for decades, so I'm relatively sure the dye isn't why the hair is thinning. I think it's genes; I'd hoped to luck into my father's thick hair, and not be beset with Mum's fine hair that was very thin by the end of her life. I've apparently landed right in the middle. And that's something I can live with. Not completely happily, but I can live with it.
And tomorrow, I'm going to tackle some fiction writing that I've been ignoring for too long.
