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Chock full o' day.
Lots accomplished today, despite persistent sleepiness. I suppose that makes it a good day.
- We woke up on time and went to church, despite having gone to bed at 2am for no particular reason. Church was a good thing - the sermon was on whether it makes any sense to pray if you don't believe in a supernatural being who intervenes in the world on the behalf of believers, and there were readings about being a health care provider who works with dying people, and I found a lot of use there.
- I picked up my prescriptions, and bought sunscreen so we won't get charred to a crisp in Florida.
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wcg came over, and we planned out my dress - picked the design example from the Bradfield book, talked over which details I wanted to be different, considered and decided against the prints at Reproduction Fabrics, visited two fabric stores, selected a print and a solid fabric after auditioning a cast of thousands, laced me into my corset for measuring purposes, made more plans. Bill sketched out a pattern for the bodice on a napkin, complete with measurements and piece shapes. He amazes me.
- Bill and I also did some non-dress-related things, of which the only part I will mention here is the singing.
- I decided I wanted to experiment with some of the flavors we had last night, so I made grilled salmon with mango salsa for dinner this evening. I marinated salmon fillets in olive oil, lime juice, cumin, salt, and pepper, and then cooked them on the George Foreman grill. I diced a ripe mango and a can of pineapple chunks and about half a red bell pepper chopped fine, and tossed them with a splash of lime juice and a splash of white vinegar, and sprinkled it all very lightly with sugar, and let the flavors muddle together for a couple of hours, and served it over the salmon fillets, with rice. It was really good.
- I paid all our bills, including the one that isn't due until after we get back from vacation.
- I made our flight reservations for Minicon. Now we have a con membership, a hotel reservation, and a flight reservation. That means we're really going. I will not have a social anxiety attack.
- I wrote a thing for the church newsletter about the Young Adult group I'm supposedly helping run. It was full enough of "If you're interested in [activity] contact [person who isn't Rivka]" to make me laugh out loud. Delegation is one thing I apparently have down.
Busy. Sleepy. Good night.
- We woke up on time and went to church, despite having gone to bed at 2am for no particular reason. Church was a good thing - the sermon was on whether it makes any sense to pray if you don't believe in a supernatural being who intervenes in the world on the behalf of believers, and there were readings about being a health care provider who works with dying people, and I found a lot of use there.
- I picked up my prescriptions, and bought sunscreen so we won't get charred to a crisp in Florida.
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wcg came over, and we planned out my dress - picked the design example from the Bradfield book, talked over which details I wanted to be different, considered and decided against the prints at Reproduction Fabrics, visited two fabric stores, selected a print and a solid fabric after auditioning a cast of thousands, laced me into my corset for measuring purposes, made more plans. Bill sketched out a pattern for the bodice on a napkin, complete with measurements and piece shapes. He amazes me.- Bill and I also did some non-dress-related things, of which the only part I will mention here is the singing.
- I decided I wanted to experiment with some of the flavors we had last night, so I made grilled salmon with mango salsa for dinner this evening. I marinated salmon fillets in olive oil, lime juice, cumin, salt, and pepper, and then cooked them on the George Foreman grill. I diced a ripe mango and a can of pineapple chunks and about half a red bell pepper chopped fine, and tossed them with a splash of lime juice and a splash of white vinegar, and sprinkled it all very lightly with sugar, and let the flavors muddle together for a couple of hours, and served it over the salmon fillets, with rice. It was really good.
- I paid all our bills, including the one that isn't due until after we get back from vacation.
- I made our flight reservations for Minicon. Now we have a con membership, a hotel reservation, and a flight reservation. That means we're really going. I will not have a social anxiety attack.
- I wrote a thing for the church newsletter about the Young Adult group I'm supposedly helping run. It was full enough of "If you're interested in [activity] contact [person who isn't Rivka]" to make me laugh out loud. Delegation is one thing I apparently have down.
Busy. Sleepy. Good night.
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Now, now. You're just testy because I put red bell pepper in the salsa.
I don't know. What is it? *shrug* It's nice to have an indoor grill. We use it a lot. Not so much a love letter as a mildly enthusiastic consumer endorsement.
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(And yes, not a love letter, but I'm beginning to think that I'm the only one without one.)(And I still don't want one.)
Dunno that I was testy last night, but I've had a rotten morning.
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Oh dear. How *could* I have forgotten about the - ah. Because this is the first time I've ever, ever, ever cooked with mangoes. I've had the bell pepper thing burned into my brain, but I never thought that mangoes would be a problem in our future.
Alas. Next time I'll leave spoiler space.
Dunno that I was testy last night, but I've had a rotten morning.
Aw, sorry to hear it. Would you like a bite of this nummy leftover chocolate mousse?
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Oh dear. How *could* I have forgotten about the - ah. Because this is the first time I've ever, ever, ever cooked with mangoes. I've had the bell pepper thing burned into my brain, but I never thought that mangoes would be a problem in our future.
Alas. Next time I'll leave spoiler space.
Alas, mangoes. An unfortunate juncture of "fruits Rivka can eat" and "fruits which Trinker dislikes intensely". You do like mushrooms, yes? (The poor SO was subjected to a very mushroom-y pizza the other weekend in Bishop. (Bishop? That's a little town about a half hour south of Mammoth Lakes.) The mushrooms were cut so very thin that it was impossible to pick them off. I don't think he was pleased, although the other person on our little jaunt liked the pizza quite a lot.)
You don't have to leave spoiler space, unless you find my grousing about mangoes and bellpeppers tedious, in which case I think it'd be better for me to be circumspect? (Unless you'd find it amusing to put in spoiler space, in which case, please do!)
And yes. Nummy leftover chocolate mousse sounds like a lovely antidote for rotten morning.
Minicon
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