Thank you for all the kind thoughts re: my great aunt. I think I just feel guilty because we weren’t super-close, but still… I didn’t cry when my grandmother passed away, either, and we were very close. So.
First, the good.
I got to wear the jacket I bought back in November; it was the first time I wore it, because it was too damn cold before today! I also wore shoes instead of boots today. All of this is very nice and good, but it segues into the “bad” …
The temperature this morning was hovering around fifty degrees. That jacket was fine if I was just dashing inside… but I hung around outside the gym for half an hour, waiting for the girl who opens to show up. She never did. So I went to another one. For the record, that requires trekking sixteen blocks downtown and three blocks crosstown. And that girl wasn’t there either! She came a few minutes later, but I only had about fifteen minutes to work out. Fail.
Attempting to brush that off, I went to Whole Foods to buy another carton of Almond Dream. The brain surgeons who work there did not a see a problem with this:
That’s me, undercover Whole Foods photographer! I wasted twenty minutes there, and didn’t even end up buying the Almond Dream. Why would I want to overpay??
Random, but I have to do this project for school. It is due in about a month. I should have been working on it for weeks. But I can’t, because the professor is providing absolutely no direction or guidance, and I have no clue how to go about it. This is why I pay thousands of dollars in tuition, you see?
I had made it before using Whole Foods’ vanilla soy protein powder, and it was okay; but this was so much better!
This is a product of the hopelessly futile effort to clear out all of the freezers:
Broccoli stir fry vegetables, chick’n strips. The latter was actually from the refrigerator, but it’s dated March 30, so I need to finish it before Pesach. In the background is a toasted whole wheat roll, because apparently they were buried at the back of the freezer beneath some things my mom had shoved in there. We’re moving kitchens on Saturday night. I highly doubt that I am going to finish another five of those in that time span!
Speaking of moving kitchens… this is basically my kitchen pantry. That’s entirely different from the bedroom in the basement that is “the pantry” … this one is because there isn’t enough room in the cabinet for all of my cereals, and, well, it just grew from there.
I had to clear it all off, though.
There’s a “Pesach kitchen” hiding under there. Basically, we cover up everything else (all three sinks / ovens / stoves / whatever), and open this up. That’s what we’re doing on Saturday night… anyone care for a documentation?!
We’re moving down here.
Obviously, I moved all of that Snapple into “the pantry” to clear the counters. It’s a perfectly fine kitchen, I guess (even if it doesn’t have an oven!)… but going from what I’m used to, to this? Not happy.
Now for a little verbal vomit… Moving the clock forward is tough for me. While I’m glad that the sun sets later, it also means that Shabbos starts later. Which means that we eat later. Generally, we don’t even begin until about two hours after candle-lighting; that’s nearly 8.00 PM now. Eating later than I accustomed to is highly anxiety-provoking… and it doesn’t help my tendency to be restrictive beforehand. I know I shouldn’t be doing that, but I can’t seem to help it. And remember all of those Turtle Mountain “ice creams”? Yeah, now I’m really freaked out about buying any at all, because if I don’t buy enough for Friday night and Shabbos day, I’m going to get a lecture. I will hate myself if I eat it; and I will feel like a failure if I don’t. It’s a lose-lose situation. I hate that this bothers me, but it does. Logic doesn’t work: it makes no difference how many times I hear that eating late won’t make me gain weight. I am still terrified of it. And even thinking of the seder — which probably won’t even begin until 10.00 PM — scares me so much I could pass out.
Have a great weekend.
“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”