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Nov. 17th, 2006 11:23 pmBefore I forget to pass this on, people who like Bujold's Vorkosigan saga should look at this What I did on my summer vacation, to which I got the link from someone on the Bujold ML.
We made italian parsley pesto tonight. We made a double recipe and even so, have most of the plant still in the garden. Three cups of parsley leaves made only a slight dent in it. We had some trouble with the food processor, used a different one, and eventually I found the right blade for the actual food processor (still in the original packaging) and things went much more smoothly thereafter.
I have been brimming over with energy lately. I've wanted to be out and about and moving. Unfortunately, the weather hasn't been cooperating, and I didn't quite want it enough last night to turn up to Martin Luckie park; sorry![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
house_monkey. So tonight, I skipped for five minutes after we'd made the pesto (used the kitchen timer) and that really killed my legs and I cleaned half the kitchen. Only half because I got distracted with dinner and I was cleaning very thoroughly. As in dusting the top of the fridge and wiping the things on it kind of thorough.
The cat decided to show me how much she loves me again. Today that meant pulling out my chair to sit down and check emails and finding a dead bird under the desk. Fortunately, it's a thrush, which means that I don't have to get her a bell yet (it would drive both of us crazy). As soon as she catches a native, she gets one. The dead bird is now residing at the bottom of the wheelie bin under a bag of gorse clippings.
All three of us who live here heard frombl9_knt today, so hopefully we'll be seeing him and purplesparkler on Sunday.
My CD player really needs replacing; I have found a CD that will work instead of the still-missing tape, but the player is rather dubious about the CD (the CD player is nine years old or so) and needs to play through a CD that I know it will read before I put the one I want to go to sleep with again. (For those of you interested, the first CD is Emma Shapplin's Carmine Meo and the one I use to go to sleep is a Reader's Digest CD - Symphony of the Senses, which is kinda new agey and not really my usual listening to thing, only it works for this.)
We made italian parsley pesto tonight. We made a double recipe and even so, have most of the plant still in the garden. Three cups of parsley leaves made only a slight dent in it. We had some trouble with the food processor, used a different one, and eventually I found the right blade for the actual food processor (still in the original packaging) and things went much more smoothly thereafter.
I have been brimming over with energy lately. I've wanted to be out and about and moving. Unfortunately, the weather hasn't been cooperating, and I didn't quite want it enough last night to turn up to Martin Luckie park; sorry
house_monkey. So tonight, I skipped for five minutes after we'd made the pesto (used the kitchen timer) and that really killed my legs and I cleaned half the kitchen. Only half because I got distracted with dinner and I was cleaning very thoroughly. As in dusting the top of the fridge and wiping the things on it kind of thorough. The cat decided to show me how much she loves me again. Today that meant pulling out my chair to sit down and check emails and finding a dead bird under the desk. Fortunately, it's a thrush, which means that I don't have to get her a bell yet (it would drive both of us crazy). As soon as she catches a native, she gets one. The dead bird is now residing at the bottom of the wheelie bin under a bag of gorse clippings.
All three of us who live here heard from
bl9_knt today, so hopefully we'll be seeing him and purplesparkler on Sunday. My CD player really needs replacing; I have found a CD that will work instead of the still-missing tape, but the player is rather dubious about the CD (the CD player is nine years old or so) and needs to play through a CD that I know it will read before I put the one I want to go to sleep with again. (For those of you interested, the first CD is Emma Shapplin's Carmine Meo and the one I use to go to sleep is a Reader's Digest CD - Symphony of the Senses, which is kinda new agey and not really my usual listening to thing, only it works for this.)
