Mental health day
Nov. 21st, 2007 18:47![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillNo school today, by Order of the Supreme Person In Charge (me).
I needed that. Boy howdy, did I ever.
Today, I:
- pinged my counselor for a reschedule
- pinged Woodland Ear/Nose/Throat (they still haven't gotten the referral) and
- refrained from hunting down and cockpunching the person responsible for the repeated screwups
- got honey
- got lots of rice flour and more spaghetti noodles from the Asian grocery
- got mash for the garden
- got a nice bread pan, storage containers for flour, and various other sundries
- did laundry
- cleaned out the ceramic crock and put it back in the cellar
- bathed the Oxford jam cakes in brandy to get them ready for Christmas
- watered my orchid
- fertilized Phil (O'Dendron... he's Irish) and the African violets
- potted up the sweet potato slips I'm hoping to grow in my window this winter
- ordered orange cheese powder from a place in Ohio
I need to redo my braid tomorrow, bake pie, and clear the dining-room table; I should do some homework and finish off the garden beds this weekend. I'm doing pretty well so far, though.
I was in a really good mood this afternoon. I stopped by E. J. Phair at about a quarter to 1, and when I walked up I knew as soon as I saw Morgan maneuvering the pallet-lift that I was in luck. He greeted me with "perfect timing!" and handed me a shovel; he had just then dumped the mash into the giant bin and lugged it outside with the lift. I filled my two buckets with mash and lugged them to the car, and now I'm ready to construct the garlic beds. Whee!
Once the Oxford jam cakes have had their drink, they'll go into the crock for airtight storage. These are heavy, dark, and rich, full of nuts and fruit, bathed one or two times a year in brandy; they are also completely gluten-free. If anyone out there would like to try one, let me know. I promise never to call it fruitcake. :)
I needed that. Boy howdy, did I ever.
Today, I:
- pinged my counselor for a reschedule
- pinged Woodland Ear/Nose/Throat (they still haven't gotten the referral) and
- refrained from hunting down and cockpunching the person responsible for the repeated screwups
- got honey
- got lots of rice flour and more spaghetti noodles from the Asian grocery
- got mash for the garden
- got a nice bread pan, storage containers for flour, and various other sundries
- did laundry
- cleaned out the ceramic crock and put it back in the cellar
- bathed the Oxford jam cakes in brandy to get them ready for Christmas
- watered my orchid
- fertilized Phil (O'Dendron... he's Irish) and the African violets
- potted up the sweet potato slips I'm hoping to grow in my window this winter
- ordered orange cheese powder from a place in Ohio
I need to redo my braid tomorrow, bake pie, and clear the dining-room table; I should do some homework and finish off the garden beds this weekend. I'm doing pretty well so far, though.
I was in a really good mood this afternoon. I stopped by E. J. Phair at about a quarter to 1, and when I walked up I knew as soon as I saw Morgan maneuvering the pallet-lift that I was in luck. He greeted me with "perfect timing!" and handed me a shovel; he had just then dumped the mash into the giant bin and lugged it outside with the lift. I filled my two buckets with mash and lugged them to the car, and now I'm ready to construct the garlic beds. Whee!
Once the Oxford jam cakes have had their drink, they'll go into the crock for airtight storage. These are heavy, dark, and rich, full of nuts and fruit, bathed one or two times a year in brandy; they are also completely gluten-free. If anyone out there would like to try one, let me know. I promise never to call it fruitcake. :)
