My brother flaked on helping me with the raised beds today. I struggled to get a tarp over them tonight because rain is predicted. I hope he can help me tomorrow because I don't want to ask my dad for help, I'd have a hard time affording hiring a workman, and if I did it myself, I'd be doing it by tablespoonfuls and it would probably take a month.
Was exhausted from nearly a week's worth of pushing the boundaries of my disability so after I did my internet catching up this morning, instead of getting dressed and getting productive, I crashed. Did my chores as well as I could right when I woke up again because I knew I'd need all the strength & energy I had for that.
Found my dad had thrown out my perfectly good working Lello ice cream maker. Had to rescue that from the Goodwill pile, put my name all over it, and find another place to stash it.
Luckily, my mom has a great margarita-maker and let me know she was making drinks. So after she did her thing, I made strawberry daiquiris. I came back to a really nice tweet about my album from a major animation industry account.
So who's got exciting plans for this weekend?
I was once up a mountain with some strangers whose dinner in a bag from market was a very placid live rabbit. I asked to be able to kill it, but they said I didn't know how, and it would be inhumane.
Not compared to the way they did it, big manly men. It took them forever. At least I'd have taken my mother's lead and broken its neck first. Then do the cutting bits.
I got them back when I asked which serving the testicles had gone into. They both stopped eating. Halloo! Food prep!
I have to go back to work. Meh. And we have new rules going into effect about breaks which promises endless kvetching. I shall steel myself against the whingeing, for i have internet research to catch up on.
I'm fairly certin i couldn't kill much other than a fish. Interestingly, I've been thinking I need to change my food choices at least partly based on that idea. I may never give up meat, but I've been thinking that is a good reason to eat less.
I got them back when I asked which serving the testicles had gone into.
I admire people who give up meat for environmental impact reasons. That's what some friends of mine did. It would be hard for me to do because I'm already so damned picky about what I'll eat. Taking out an entire category of stuff I like would really make things hard. But I am trying to use meat more like a "seasoning" on cheaper foods than as a course in itself.
I am often vegetarian somewhat accidentally (she says, as she eats the hot dog she grabbed at a stand on the way home). I don't like to cook raw meat, and I actually quite like tofu in many things. So, there's that. But vegan I can't do, I eat wayyyy too much cheese.
But vegan I can't do, I eat wayyyy too much cheese.
Seriously.
Cheese and I have a committed relationship.
fcm cheese, chocolate, bacon
