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when I think of heaven, i think of you
Jul. 1st, 2006 11:35 pmWait, where did today go? I just woke up and now it's nearly eleven. And no, I did not sleep all day. I was up at a relatively decent hour (M, not so much) and everything. Why is it that Saturdays go by so fast?
Today's major accomplishment was cleaning the door that leads from the sunroom into the garage. See, the thing that gets me about the previous owners is that they completely lost their focus after they got to the end of a project. That means that they apparently thought it was sensible to finish painting a room, and then not take the masking tape off the panes of glass. The tape was brittle and stuck on like duct tape instead of masking tape, and removing it left behind an adhesive residue that made my Goo-Gone cry. I finally thought to go after it with a Brillo pad, and that worked very well but was still a major pain. It was one of those projects where you think it will take you half an hour or so, and it takes at least twice that long, and that only if your husband comes to help. It looks nice now, but unfortunately, now you can actually see clearly through the glass into the garage, and that is.. not pretty. Now we're going to have to clean the garage (another one of those areas we haven't really touched since moving in.)
Tomorrow is M's birthday. I have gifted him already, but now I feel guilty about not having something for him to unwrap. We might go shopping, though, so perhaps I shall buy him some clamps or something. He's absurdly easy to please these days. And, since I bought the bandsaw, he has attempted to not request any large tools very often. (It would be untrue to say that he hasn't discussed a billion power tools that he "needs" but at least he's trying. I'll give him points for that.)
On Monday, after we worked ourselves to death moving the living room/sunroom around, M told me that he would finish up if I wanted to start dinner. I was starving, and so I looked around the kitchen with an eye for the quick, and ten minutes later, we sat down to grilled cheese and tomato soup... and it was so, so good. I threw some basil and mozzarella into the soup, and it was all just really nice, and major comfort food. (The soup tastes better from a mug, btw.) As it happens, I've been thinking a lot about planning meals lately, and I realized that what our standard menu lacks is stuff like that little impromptu dinner. So I was wondering.. what do you eat when you really don't feel like cooking much but you also don't want Ramen noodles or the equivalent? I have these medication-based food issues that cause me to become extremely apathetic and/or queasy at dinner time, and it leaves me utterly unable to be creative, or think, or make complicated decisions. Seriously, I am going to make myself a list of easy, quick meals and post it on the inside of my pantry door. If your meal consists of non-perishables, that is extra good because I don't ACTUALLY like to buy stuff and watch it rot, it just seems like I do. And I hate feeling like eating is the last thing I want to do.. especially since I tend to eat worse than I normally would because I don't feel like eating at all.
M is staring at me, willing me with his eyes to click the "post entry" button. It is creepy. I should stop keeping him up past his bedtime so he won't do that.
Today's major accomplishment was cleaning the door that leads from the sunroom into the garage. See, the thing that gets me about the previous owners is that they completely lost their focus after they got to the end of a project. That means that they apparently thought it was sensible to finish painting a room, and then not take the masking tape off the panes of glass. The tape was brittle and stuck on like duct tape instead of masking tape, and removing it left behind an adhesive residue that made my Goo-Gone cry. I finally thought to go after it with a Brillo pad, and that worked very well but was still a major pain. It was one of those projects where you think it will take you half an hour or so, and it takes at least twice that long, and that only if your husband comes to help. It looks nice now, but unfortunately, now you can actually see clearly through the glass into the garage, and that is.. not pretty. Now we're going to have to clean the garage (another one of those areas we haven't really touched since moving in.)
Tomorrow is M's birthday. I have gifted him already, but now I feel guilty about not having something for him to unwrap. We might go shopping, though, so perhaps I shall buy him some clamps or something. He's absurdly easy to please these days. And, since I bought the bandsaw, he has attempted to not request any large tools very often. (It would be untrue to say that he hasn't discussed a billion power tools that he "needs" but at least he's trying. I'll give him points for that.)
On Monday, after we worked ourselves to death moving the living room/sunroom around, M told me that he would finish up if I wanted to start dinner. I was starving, and so I looked around the kitchen with an eye for the quick, and ten minutes later, we sat down to grilled cheese and tomato soup... and it was so, so good. I threw some basil and mozzarella into the soup, and it was all just really nice, and major comfort food. (The soup tastes better from a mug, btw.) As it happens, I've been thinking a lot about planning meals lately, and I realized that what our standard menu lacks is stuff like that little impromptu dinner. So I was wondering.. what do you eat when you really don't feel like cooking much but you also don't want Ramen noodles or the equivalent? I have these medication-based food issues that cause me to become extremely apathetic and/or queasy at dinner time, and it leaves me utterly unable to be creative, or think, or make complicated decisions. Seriously, I am going to make myself a list of easy, quick meals and post it on the inside of my pantry door. If your meal consists of non-perishables, that is extra good because I don't ACTUALLY like to buy stuff and watch it rot, it just seems like I do. And I hate feeling like eating is the last thing I want to do.. especially since I tend to eat worse than I normally would because I don't feel like eating at all.
M is staring at me, willing me with his eyes to click the "post entry" button. It is creepy. I should stop keeping him up past his bedtime so he won't do that.
