(there is a major mutual need to stay in touch)That is nice and must be such a comfort for you both, beth. My thoughts are continuing to be with you and Matt and your family.
Belated Happy Birthday, Anne! Your evening sounds lovely. Except for the coffee bit.
Yum Punch! I'm not allowed to go to Trader Joe's until I use some of their jarred sauces I've been collecting in my pantry. It's a self-imposed restriction. I have no will power when I go there. I want one of everything.This helps explain part of why I was so happy to realize that everything from last night's dinner was from Trader Joe's. My pantry is a little overstocked with things that I just *had* to buy. Using them is nice and yummy. I need guests to come so I have someone to cook for, having people to feed inspires me.
SA, have you taken one of those quizzes that tells you the top 3 or 5 places you should live?There are tons and tons online. All of them pointed me toward Portland. I'm heading out day after tomorrow to see if they were right.
I'll dig through my bookmarks and see if I can find some additional links for you.
General poll: what did you do after you graduated college?I started working as a reporter for the local paper before the end of school, so I just continued that. I did my post-grad thing early, in the middle of school, and up and moved out to Tempe, AZ to figure things out. It was a great move for me. I figured out what I enjoyed doing and was good at doing as well. I figured out even more about myself.
Post-divorce and post-layoff, I am unexpectedly (in a "how I planned my life" plan from the last decade) free to do the exploratory fresh start all over again... And I am looking forward to it because my rash decision to move to Phoenix when I was 20 was really one of the best choices I have made and led to a lot of other good choices as well.
Tomorrow we see the lawyers again and sign the guardianship paperwork.Congratulations!
But don't think of it all in terms of cramming for a test, so much as exploring something strange and big and cool and frequently kerfuffly and (again) strange, with occasional commandments to get drunk and read at the dinner table. Which, now that I think of it, sounds strangely like fandom.The amych amuses.
Years ago my father and I stayed at a B&B in Ashland, OR that was "known" for their soft boiled eggs at breakfast. The dining room had a shelf that circled the room with an amazing collection of egg cups. At the beginning of your stay, you chose your cup and it was at your place every morning, whether you liked soft boiled eggs or not. And they had those neat egg-top cutter thingies (technical term).I adore Ashland. My uncle lives in the next town (Medford) so I totally have an excuse to spend tons of time there too. I shall have to find the elusive egg cup B&B when I am there.
I only just learned how to make soft-boiled eggs in a way that I would actually eat in the last couple of months. Timing is critical though so I assume that moving and a new stove are going to frell the whole thing up.
I do it totally wrong technically. Bring the water to a boil, prick an egg end, toss into water, wait six minutes, pull out and rinse in cold water, whack in half, scoop guts with spoon and eat. It leaves the whites actually cooked which is my big -ish. And the yolk not. Which is the only reason I want to eat s-b eggs.