Who gets the reference?
[So, this morning I wake up all alone in my house. Hubby is off doing a Z club drive and track day somewhere (to continue in the spirit of geographical vagueness) at a small airport in Riverside County. Now, this could go on my “Things Cancer Has Screwed Me Out Of,” and it might, but honestly (as you may have noticed by the decreasing number of posts being published lately that) this fatigue business is really taking its toll.
So, Hubby is off for his day of driving fun (and please know that he tried many ways to get me to come with him – he hates it too that I can’t do everything I/we want to do right now. He offered to wrap me up in warm blankies after breffast for the drive to the track day venue – and he Even offered to drive at the Back of the Pack so the drive would be Less exciting and I could maybe sleep during the drive between food and track day fun. Now, for Hubby, who is a Very Talented Rider/Drive – Seriously, Please, Please Do Not follow him into the corners, ride/drive Your Own ride/drive, thank you, your cooperation is much appreciated, by you mostly 🙂 – and who, like me, Really Likes a good exciting ride/drive – That is True Love!).
Well, it might not be to you, but it made me feel loved, and since this is my blog and my world to create – that’s what matters. Along with the fact that Hubby mentioned when I go to the next one we’ll have to ask the kind club member who arranged for food to please make sure there is some available without barbecue sauce (I have a pre-diabetic condition that I’ve control by diet for 25 years now), and then mentioned that we could have stripped the skin of f a chicken breast and reasonably gotten me fed even today if I had gone.
Unfortunately a 12+ hour day with lots of movement and excitement on a Saturday is not on my agenda just now. But a day to myself all alone in my house is. :-)]
– managing email (filing, handling to-do’s contained therein, etc.)
[I’m kind of embarrassed about how long it’s been since I curated my email properly, so I’m not gonna tell ya – let’s just say it predates my cancer diagnosis (by a fair timeframe), so I’ve got a lot of ignored/collected email to deal with – in multiple accounts because I’m an information organizer – fun.
The good news is that I’ve processed this cancer thing enough, or gotten through enough of the treatment for it, or just plain got bored enough with it – to want to exert some control over parts of my life where I may still have some (for me, that’s a good thing), and it’s manifesting as wanting to get my email back under deliberate control – one mailbox at a time.]
[If you’ve been reading me, you know weekend brunch is a thing with me. Just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I don’t get brunch. After all, I can cook, and today I only hafta cook for myself – no figuring out if we both want the same thing, and if not, figuring how we both get what we want, and who cooks it and who does the dishes . . . and all that shit.
– Egg in the Basket (which I’ve been calling “toad in the hole” even though the British version of toad in the hole is a different dish entirely)
– leftover chicken & apple sausage
– cheesy hash browns from the freezer]
– more email management
[Then 4:00 pm hit and I was suddenly tired – ‘course I’d only been staring at my computer and making decisions since about 8:00 am (with a short break for cooking breffast and another one for heading down to grab a mid-afternoon snack), and the brain is one of the most energy-hungry organs in the body, so no wonder I was tired.]
– reading in bed
– eating dinner after listening to Hubby recount his day
– nap (a nap day is Always better than a non-nap day)
– brunch w/ Hubby
[Today He wanted what I’ve been calling Toad in the Hole, and he laughed when I said I’d had it yesterday! But I made him some, and I was back to protein to eat before waffles (Hubby had gotten me some fruit-juice-sweetened, gluten-free ones and we were both wanting to see how they tasted).
I cooked breakfast for us both (just plain fried eggs and a couple small round brown-n-serve sausages for me), then I made um, breakfast dessert? Second breakfast? Dunno what to call it exactly – I had my breffast in courses this day, so it was time for the second course – waffles. Hubby only wanted a bite to taste them and I ate the rest . . . of two waffles . . . liberally coated with both melted butter and maple syrup. I must say, they were a really good, plain carrier for the butter and sweetness tastes that were the main attraction.]
– made applesauce
[Yeah, from scratch again. If you’re reading me, you know I love my trips to Oak Glen (search this blog for that phrase/name). And I was under obligation to make applesauce to be ready no later than December 11th of this year. But that’s my own fault. You see, last year a work colleague volunteered to make latkes to bring to the office to celebrate Chanukah. Having so fallen in love with Oak Glen and its bounty of apples, I volunteered to make applesauce to accompany the latkes. I made a batch of applesauce this big. I came home with an inch of applesauce left in the bottom of the container.
So a week ago (she knew I had gone to Oak Glen multiple times this year and had bought plenty of apples), my work colleague (same one as last year) tells our office manager (right in front of both of our desks) “We’ll be celebrating Chanukah here in the office on Monday, December 11th, with latkes And Applesauce . . . (now looking my way) And Applesauce.” To which I replied, “Yes, Ma’am, I’ll make applesauce.”
Oh, and Hubby’s been sending me recipes over the last month or two (every since we started our annual multi-day pilgrimage to Oak Glen), and every other one uses applesauce – yes, he’s hinting Broadly!
I do admit it’s my own fault, I did it to myself. But, I could do worse things to myself than to cook things that other people request again year after year, eh?]
– hanging with Hubby, watching TV for a bit
– dinner with Hubby, watching Copper off the DVR
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