I was away from the computer all day yesterday, so I missed out on posting my list of the things for which I’m thankful. In no particular order:
- coffee (as nurturing as mother’s milk for the over-tired adult)
- a pretty freakin’ good life with a great partner, cool cats, and a new city that we’re really enjoying
- relative financial stability, thanks to savings, a good job for SB, and part time jobs that keep me hoppin’
- continued good health for my family, including my grandparents who are still navigating the stairs in their split level house at 91 and 89
- finding friends and community through SELMA
- eligibility for insurance as SB’s “Other Qualifying Adult”
- losing enough weight in the last couple of years to fit perfectly into my aunt’s wool skirts from high school and my grandma’s party dresses from the 60s = major vintage clothing haul from the Bon Ton Fesenmeyer
- connecting with friends over this long weekend – Jason and Sonya in Iowa (4th Thanksgiving in a row!), then (almost) the rest of the GSLIS crew in Chicago tomorrow night
- a new brother in law and our first niece or nephew on the way for a spring delivery!
- lots of options for local between the farmers’ market, the co-op, and Plum Market
- a puffy fluffy green jacket to get me through the winter, especially as I hear it snowed this morning in A2
- the safe arrival of Milo!
- rediscovering knitting, improving the x-stitch, and figuring out my sewing machine
- so many ways to stay connected to all the people we love in all corners of the country and the planet
I’ve been knitting up a storm since mid-October. Linda posted about getting the baby presents, so I can safely post the pictures I took of the hat and leg warmers (pictured here on Fusby’s arms) that I knit for baby Milo. Hooray!
Whew, where did the fall go? I can’t believe that Thanksgiving is a week from today, and Christmas not far behind. After a blur of visitors last month, things have quieted down a bit, except that now I’m working 2 part time jobs that eat into my days, nights, and weekends. We haven’t managed to do much of anything except work, eat good food, knit (me), work out in the basement (Shane), take naps (me), brew beer (Shane), and watch a lot of Fringe for the last two weeks.
But hoo-boy, we have been eating well. I love fall food as it transitions from the wonderful fresh stuff from the summer into the heartier meals for long, cold winter nights. I’ve been making our friendly butcher at Plum Market work for his money, asking lots of questions about the provenance of the meats (Niman Ranch and Bell and Evans farms – not local but quite reputable) and having things prepped for me to save time at home. Hey, it’s what they’re there for, right? We’d like to transition to buying more local meats, but in the interim, it’s really great to have knowledgeable and helpful butchers about .5 miles from our house!
A sample menu from this week:
Sunday: Balsamic Pork with Shallots, served with Al Dente mushroom fettuccine ($2 at work!)
Monday: Pollo alla Cacciatora
Tuesday: leftovers of the above, served with polenta and Zingerman’s parmesan pepper bread
Wednesday: Pasta e Fagioli soup, served with Zingerman’s parmesan pepper bread
Thursday: family-style dinner at SELMA – we’re bringing an apple cake and Shane’s hard cider
Friday: By the end of the week, I usually want to fall over, and we’ve usually run down the fridge and need to go grocery shopping, so we tend to go out and/or get food from the Plum Market salad/hot bar
Saturday: Braised Chicken Legs with Cider, Apples and Mustard
And in case you’re wondering, we’re sticking to a grocery budget of $100 or less per week, including alcohol. I’d like for it to be even less, but since we’re spending next to nothing on going out and/or entertainment expenses, this budget seems just fine.
Rob Brezsny’s Astrology Newsletter
November 18, 2009
CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): “There is a saying that when the student is ready, the teacher appears,” writes Clarissa Pinkola Estes in her book *Women Who Run with the Wolves.* But the magic of that formula may not unfold with smooth simplicity, she says: “The teacher comes when the soul, not the ego, is ready. The teacher comes when the soul calls, and thank goodness — for the ego is never fully ready.” I’d love it if the information I just provided encouraged you to feel right at home with the jarring yet nurturing lessons that are on the way.
I left my computer open when I went to take a shower just now, and when I came back, I found that Mina had typed the following into my chat window with Shane. The first part should be no surprise, but it is beyond me how she managed to type “H-bomb”.
Without further ado, a message from Mina (carriage returns are my only update)
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