Came home to finish off the soup made from the supposed-to-be-Thanksgiving-turkey, put the cooked meat in bags for the freezer -- and suddenly realized that the sirloin tip roast I'd bought at the same time as the turkey had thawed and therefore had to be cooked, not refrozen. Ah well.
That's what my sauerbraten recipe is for. Marinate the heck out of it for a couple of days and then cook it good and German-proper.
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Meanwhile, my friend Staci told me that there is a lot of good stuff on syncmyride.com and I need to update my car system. Would have been easy before they closed our local Ford dealer...now it's an entire morning's worth of hoorah up in Nelliston. On the list for AFTER my surgery on Tuesday, I think.
- Mood:
busy
Had to jump through several hoops and get a little growly with Sears, but I made them honor their Price Match Policy (if you find the same thing cheaper elsewhere close, you get the difference plus 10% plus a refund of the tax on the difference).
We are $530 to the good today because I insisted they Play By Da Rules. And Carle thinks his wife is brilliant, again.
(I'll take that.)
- Mood:
victorious over bait-n-switch
Only got a couple of hours, but at least it's something.
- Mood:
exhausted
- Mood:
loved
In order for Manfred to get to eat his crunchytreats in peace, I have to throw Li'l Nuisance's all over the house so he can pretend to be Mighty Hunter and catch them fiercely.
And Bumble wanders through the scenery, occasionally finding a treat for himself, but otherwise looking, as always, for the Road Back to Planet "Huh?".
- Mood:
amused
- Mood:
oddly awake
Well, if you're a traditionalist, maybe.
I hauled up a pound of the grassfed ground beef from the freezer, sauteed it with onions, threw a few cremini mushrooms and the rest of a bottle of pasta sauce on the crust, and topped the crust with ground beef and fine cheddar.
Voila. Cheeseburger pizza. My Brilliant Wife designation is still intact.
- Mood:
smug
Uncle Dr. Dave (proprietor of Uncle Dave's Cat Repair and Detailing, otherwise known as Howes Cave Animal Hospital) says no, it's not, certainly not at the level he got some. "Don't make it a habit," he said.
I replied, "Of course not. They're EXPENSIVE and that one was MINE anyway!"
- Mood:
disgruntled
GOOD: It's a beautiful sunny day.
CHALLENGE: It's not warm enough to dry clothing fast on the line outside.
GOOD: I have a friend who will lend me her dryer.
CHALLENGE: I have to cart unpacked, wet clothing to pick up my assistant.
GOOD: While I dry my clothing at her house we can finish my new emerald kimono in time for the show this weekend.
CHALLENGE: Not sure if my usual show jewelry will match it.
GOOD: I can bring out some older stuff I haven't worn for a while.
GOOD: My Bestest Buddy Kansas Transplants will meet us at the show hall to help set up and then have dinner.
GOOD: This weekend is my final show of 2009 and I get six weeks to plan for 2010.
GOOD: The Husband can fix the dryer this weekend while I'm gone.
GOOD: I got a good and proper Cuddle Time in with Manfred the Maine Coon without Oswald the Little Nuisance landing on top of us for His Too.
Notice there are far more goods than challenges -- even when I had to think about it.
GOOD: Anything you want it to be
CHALLENGE: Anything that noodges you to think up something good about it.
And life has more Good than Challenge, if you squint at it right.
- Mood: happy
- Mood:
inventive
but believe your impact constricted by role,
your power weakened by circumstance,
your reach limited by injury from physical accident,
rest assured that all the world knows that you are here.
You are heard. You are seen.
And where your voice does not carry
and your feet cannot tread,
even so does every soul feel your presence
on levels beyond conscious, human perception.
And your impact radiates farther still,
throughout the dimensions,
dimensions that appear to be
but are not
far removed from you.
The light you live,
the forgiveness you extend,
the healing you create,
and the love you remember yourself to be
are deeply felt by all in body
and all in spirit.
From the book Your Soul's Plan: Discovering the Real Meaning of the Life You Planned Before You Were Born (Copyright © 2007, 2009) by Robert Schwartz www.YourSoulsPlan.com
Published by North Atlantic Books
- Mood: caretaking Momcat mode
- Mood: creative
Okay, the most important thing is this: the biopsy came back benign. They are not quite sure if it's 100%, however, because certain things that are usually part of biopsies in that part of the anatomy were missing. Is it because I've been menopausal so long? Or because the nurse practitioner didn't get enough tissue? Answer "A" is everyone's bet, but this OB/GYN is thoughtful and thorough.
So -- an outpatient procedure on November 17th to make sure all is as it should be, and then we think ahead to future options to keep me (a) as safe as possible and (b) still allow the bioidenticals. Could it be a hysterectomy? Yes, but my choice. This is a doctor who addresses the psychological issues FIRST instead of "cut first, excuses later" as they did in Massachusetts.
Also, I was able to locate a good oncologist here in the Albany area who will take over my care from the one in Boston who got so incensed and insulted my husband when he asked her why she wasn't addressing any quality of life issues.
So -- lots of good things today. And wine will be raised in two LARGE glasses.
- Mood: ecstatic
Now let's make sure it holds off until I get to Cortland today for this weekend's psychic fair.
- Mood: excited
Endometrial biopsy occurred today. Nurse practitioner was a butcher with the bedside manner of a subway toilet. But it's done.
On the other hand, my primary care physician, Dr. Ron Stram, just called to make sure I was all right, to tell me that he understood how much I'd already gone through, that HE thought it was going to be a negative biopsy (which we all are praying for, and agree with) and that no matter what happened, they were there for me, had my back and would go over every option available -- that I wasn't alone in this. (This last bit verbatim.)
Now THAT is a doctor worth his Hippocratic Oath.
- Mood: exhausted
A hurricane of tears earlier this afternoon. Now -- numb. Battle mode. Probably no sleep tonight. The waiting is the worst part.
- Mood:
numb
Riotous fall color is running up the mountain outside my kitchen window, and a Maine Coon kitten has himself tucked around my wrist, purring as he sleeps. Tiny moments of beauty and untrammelled affection are as delicious as the finest wine, and just as intoxicating.
- Mood: loved
(a) the H1N1 craziness,
(b) are you getting either the annual flu shot or the H1N1 (Dr. Andrew Weil isn't, and he's no dumb puppy, so I'm wavering)
and
(c) what are you doing to stay healthy in the meanwhile?
- Mood:
curious
What do you do if you have a yogurt (or two) in the fridge that The Husband doesn’t like straight and isn’t diet enough for you? You get out the breadmaker and play…
This versatile recipe produces a rich-tasting bread that is especially delicious right out of the oven with honey or preserves.
Put in the breadmaker, in this order (all at room temperature):
2 eggs
¼ cup butter
¼ cup water
1 cup yogurt (fruit or vanilla flavored is good)
3/8-1/2 cup sugar
¼ tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 package active dry yeast (a shade over 2 tsp bread machine yeast)
4 to 4 ½ cups bread flour (I use half whole wheat, half unbleached white, all organic)
Get the puppy cranking. At the beep, add your favorite bread noms (household word for extra treats; refer to
www.icanhascheezburger.com for further enlightenment). Current delights: sultana raisins and almonds, with a fling or two of true cinnamon.
And let the smell of MMMMMMMMMMMMMM perfume the house. Perfect on a cold fall afternoon...
- Mood:
hungry
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