Mundane participation for the tragically bored.

wearing: black yoga pants with crazy wide white waistband. groovy handkerchief hem cotton shirt in yellow/acid green/lime bamboo print. my sparkly Justin cowboy clogs



hearing: news on the radio
drinking: nothing
doing: considering things
eating: just had some beef stoop that was extra yummy because of the bok choy I added
feeling: happy that the Thanksgiving long weekend has started
wanting: it to be Saturday so I can go swimming again
looking forward to: ^^^^ swimming !!!! ^^^^^ I treated myself to groovy new swim goggles and evrythin'

they look just a tiny bit sparkly





wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!





(things seem a bit sparkly eh)

wearing: jeans from Jean Day at school, old grey DSS t.
hearing: Jason Bourne trying to convince his soon-to-be dead gf to get serious.
drinking: Pinot
eating: still tasting enormous, fabulously healthy salad.
doing: thinking about going to sleep incredibly early, mildly disappointed to have jettisoned possible date dude; happily anticipating my weekend.
feeling: better than in a looong time
wanting: my darlings

drinking: nothing

ohhhhh yuck

thought I was going to have a slug of cranberry juice

had a slug of lemonade/tea instead

not that the l/t is bad but my mouth was set for cranberry

wearing: My favorite Goldwater Creek black skinny jeans, a ribbon knit v-neck shirt, no shoes
hearing[/size Dave Brubeck Quartet playing 'Take Five"
[size=150]drinking: nada
eating: it's too late to be eating
doing: Just enjoying the music
Feelng: Unhappy over a silly argument
wanting: Senseless killing to stop

wearing: black yoga pants with crazy wide white waistband. teal t under long sleeve black/white/grey striped t. random sandals.
hearing: Shelagh Rogers interviewing someone on the radio
drinking: lemonade ice tea
doing: blinking a lot as my eyes recover from the pool's chlorine
eating: just had a lovely fresh bun from the Macedonian (?) bakery with pb and



feeling: happy that the pool was open. also awkward that for a while it was just me and four lifeguards
wanting: it to be tomorrow so I can go swimming again!
looking forward to: a beautiful sunny Thanksgiving Sunday and Monday

wearing: grey jersey long pants, a black tee that is flecked with some grey, my oldie dark olive soft cotton long sleeved shirt not buttoned, my mother's ring from some time like 1919 (mixed golds, gorgeous aqua colored stone with a lot of facets). The tee shirt is a recent good will buy from the men's section - I love it, it's nice and long and sort of stretchy slinky. So from now on, I'm going to include looking in the men's teeshirt section as well as the women's as I usually just walk past it.
hearing: Francesco de Gregori's Pezzi di Vetro from the Rimmel CD; such a lovely language, delightful voice.
drinking: grocery store Chianti with ice (ice is a sin, I'm sure)
doing: resting before playing in the kitchen
eating: not quite time yet for heating up my many ingredient soup
feeling: cheery with the happy music
wanting: my homemade ravioli to turn out (1) spinach/garlic/whatever/ricotta (2) mushroom, turmeric/whatever/ricotta). New recipe for the dough:
www.domenicacooks.com/2014/01/make-homemade-ravioli/
sort of looking forward to: yard work for a while tomorrow

wearing: Lavenderesque dress shirt, tan khakis, black sneakers.
hearing: Terry Gross interviewing someone on her NPR program, Fresh Air. No idea as I literally haven't been actually listening. Now, I started last week's Eat Your Kimchi video.

drinking: Just finished my usual Chai tea.
doing: Not much.
eating: Finished my usual. PB and p (peanut butter and preserves on whole wheat).
feeling: grwaaawaar (Sorry. Just swore in Wookie).
sort of looking forward to: Oyster Fest this Saturday with some friends.

I just got a Fall email from my first design teacher, later on friend, who now lives in Washington State. He's raising oysters...

Adds to clarify - he's a landscape designer/artist, built his own house there. I'm sure he's doing it in some eco approved way.

The state has been cleaning New York harbor this past ten or so years. They only recently reintroduced oysters (still not edible) into the waters. New York harbor was well known for its oyster crops so long ago.

I'll report more on what Nori is doing, once I figure it out, on this or another thread. Some mishugas going on here today in Sandville, so I'm distracted.

wearing: black yoga pants, black sneaks with shiny in the dark stripes, random comfy socks, beige/raspberry/sage striped long sleeve t under a short-sleeved blue/white GIANT collared sweater
hearing: an interview with Ken Taylor's son. Mr. Taylor died today. He was the Canadian ambassador in Iran when the hostages were brought out
drinking: nothing. thirsty
doing: recovering from walking Bella in the rain. I have a knack for taking her out about 5 minutes before the rain starts
eating: a big bowl of pasta with butter and some diced tomatoes with garlic
feeling: damp
looking forward to: swimming on the weekend. I'm a lane swimming fool.

eating: apple slices

I love autumn

wearing: really out-dated, way too thick, tacky bathrobe - navy blue with snowflakes and cheap teddybears. this is the first time I've really looked at this thing and it is destined for the trash. black socks.
hearing: Episode 2 of Rake (which I love). Cleaver Greene is in big trouble again.
eating: nah
drinking: not enough water, so more!
doing: postponing bedtime
looking forward to: tomorrow at 3:10!!! Going to spend the weekend with my sister and get LONG OVERDUE hair did.
feeling: pretty damn good
wanting: (greedy, I know, but) winter holiday!!!!

He never got the full credit he deserved in the US, if you ask me. RIP, Mr. Taylor.

wearing: blue jeans (it's cool enough today); royal blue sort of ladylike zippered knitwear sweater that is a more formal find than usual from GWill, what with the black beads placed along the sides of the zipper and black piping at the sleeve ends and the neckline; now elderly navy faux crocs. That sweater reminds me of the kind of suits Nancy Reagan would wear, except of course that it is blue, go figure.
hearing: Faure's Requiem cd, so beautiful: Orchestre symphonique de Montreal. Kiri is the soprano, Sherrill Milnes the baritone
eating: nada
drinking: low end bourbon and almond milk/cocoa and batch of ice. I have graduated from grocery store chocolate milk at last.
doing: I'm in a rest phase at 7/11th the way through cutting up eleven spanish onions to caramelize (Russ Parson's recipe, takes about three hours once they get cooking, and some fair amount of attention). What with the Requiem and the onions effect together, I'm not crying but enjoying it.
looking forward to: For a change, I'm looking forward to tackling some paperwork items (gah) on my to do list, over the weekend.
feeling: good
wanting: to remember to buy a lottery ticket next time at the market. Years go by without my doing that.

I am missing 2packs here, always have looked forward to his posts. Anybody know if he's doing ok?

he's doing well

in his third term as mayor of his little town

wearing: wardrobe is unremarkable ... except ... I am test-wearing a big blonde wig in anticipation of a couple of Halloweénish parties

I'm a vision.

The little dog groaned when she saw me.

not quite these





but dang close

I think it's actually meant for a drag queen.

Good! thanks for the update.

Me, I've decided the better part of valour is to leave the nicely melty and somewhat reduced in volume onions alone overnight, as there are three or more hours to go, at the least, re their turning out Parsons' well and not burning even a little bit. A batch like this can last me something like six months, kept in small bottles in the freezer. Ok, three months. They are scarfable as it is, one needs temperance.