Monthly Archives: April 2010

Food!

I love food. And I love most of the food shows. And today, I saw an ad on craigslist to go be one of those people that get to eat the food from the competition. This is awesome. I got two tickets (though they’re free, so I guess passes?) John might go with me, but it involves dressing up and being on camera, two things he’s not a fan of. I am super excited. People are going to cook for me, and I don’t have to pay, and it will be good food, and for once I won’t be sitting on the couch saying “why can’t I be a judge on that?”. And, bonus, it’s this thursday. I am bad with waiting for things, so only having to wait a couple days is great. Whee!

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So, that whole falling thing? Even I was making a big deal out of the hand because of the blood. It’s only natural. But that is healing up nicely into a little pink line that is occasionally tender. Meanwhile my shin has been quietly waiting and suffering silently. At least, silent until I worked on my feet all day yesterday, and then bumped my leg in to a cable (fairly lightly, small cable, carrying it, walking. Nothing dramatic) and it screamed for five minutes. And then my cat stepped on it later and it screamed for five more. I’m beginning to think this is a grade A bone bruise. Yay! It also hurts walking down stairs, I suspect because that makes the most use of ones shin muscles.  So, I guess more rest? I read something also about ice and ibuprofen, but I don’t really know how effective that is. We’ll see.

When it happened, someone mentioned a free clinic for industry people, I just need to bring 3000 worth of paystubs to prove that I make a living doing this, so I could get a tetanus shot since mine has lapsed and while the chances of me getting tetanus from this since it bled so much are slim to none, it’s a good thing to have. Especially for me and my track record of clumsiness. While researching that, I stumbled on a whole housing thing. That I’ve vaguely been looking for for a while. So now I’ve found several of these actor housing type places with open waiting lists, which is great. It may take a couple years, but the turnover for renting seems to not be too bad. So I have a bunch of those things to apply for. The only one with an online application doesn’t allow pets, of course. One of them is new, and not open for applications until the fall. I think I need to set an alert on my phone to remember to check again then. So I’m excited about that.

John’s been clearing out his room, finally going through and getting rid of stuff he doesn’t need. I’m going over there today with a measuring tape so we can start moving furniture around. I’ve learned the hard way to always measure stuff before you start pushing, even better if you draw it out. I’m excited about this, I always love rearranging a room.

Splat

Yesterday was a weird day. I started out in a really awful mood, for no discernible reason. I was getting really annoyed, and being me unable to voice that annoyance. Particularly when I was grounding for someone in a lift, and someone on the balcony was telling me where to push the lift. Which made sense because she could see where he needed to go. But still. I feel like the person in the lift should be directing. Since they’re the ones being pushed around. And I was so irritated that I couldn’t think of a constructive way to say hey, maybe he should be giving me directions, so I just kind of inwardly seethed. But then! In my annoyance, I was walking too fast in a narrow space, caught my foot on some carpet,reached out for the wall and got a screw in the hand, and landed with my shin on this bit of steel embedded in concrete. Every single thing that you would want to avoid back there, I hit. And after I washed the blood off my hand (a lot of blood. I love how all it takes to communicate that something is somewhat serious is your whole palm covered and dripping) and bandaged it up and took a look at the second knee I seemed to be growing, I was in a great mood. Falling jarred the irritation right out of me. So I kept working, since I could, and we got to the point where we were pretty much done, but the stamp collectors between us and the freight elevators weren’t, and we took a 3 hour long paid lunch. And went to a movie. This is the second time I’ve seen a movie on the clock and I tell you, it never gets old. We started working again around 6, and were done at about 7 05. Which means we clocked out at 8. Huzzah. Overall, a good day. And being hurt gave me reason to call out of the 4 hour calls I had today and tomorrow, so now I have some free time (not that I know what to do with it) and John is on vacation time and so far, it’s been a good day off. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some books to read and some cat food to have delivered.

Pie was a success. I messed up a couple things, but not enough to actually mess up the pie. I’m very pleased. It was an interesting mix of flavors, so not my favorite kind of pie (I am a simple berry pie person) but definitely good. Today I made an apple pie with bacon and the same gruyere crust. I have no idea about this one. Several people have expressed dubious thoughts about the apple and bacon, which is a little weird since I thought those were supposed to go together really well. But I don’t really like bacon, so what do I know. I’m bringing it to John’s house and I suddenly realized that I have no idea how to transport a pie. He’s picking me up, so I don’t have to deal with taking it on the subway, but still. What do I put this thing in? I have about 20 minutes to figure that out, I guess.

Pie

Tenaya didn’t have time to make a pie today, but I had promised my boss some of this one http://blondieandbrownie.blogspot.com/2008/10/pushing-daisies-pear-gruyre-pie.html, so I made it on my own. I have no idea how it turned out, we’ll see in a bit. I should have cut the pears smaller, I had to cook them it two separate pots and accidentally caramalized one, and so had to make more of the liquid to boil down to a syrup, and I forgot to brush egg on the top crust. But oh well. It’s the second pie I’ve ever made, first by myself, so I feel I can use my inexperience to excuse it if it sucks. I hope it doesn’t.

Let loose the kraken

(John and I watched the 1981 Clash of the Titans last night. Their kraken looked an awful lot like Godzilla.)

I’m not sick anymore! I know, it was over two weeks ago, of course I’m not still sick. Although I do still have an occasional wheezy cough left over. And it was The Worst Sickness Ever, so I’m still celebrating that it’s gone.

Anyway. Also! There was Passover! And John actually came with me! I have no idea why he agreed, the past couple years he won’t even let me finish asking before he says no. But this year, he said yes, and then stuck to that. And of course, he had a great time. Like I knew he would. So that was really great, to get to share my favorite holiday and my family with him.

We’re also maybe edging towards living together? I’m not sure. I keep mentioning to him that I want to, particularly at times when he has to take me home, or we’re not together, but both want to cook the same thing. All good instances of how “this wouldn’t happen if we lived together”. But at the same time, it was a little … not awkward, but something. Because he’s looking for a place to buy, and if he buys a studio, or a small one bedroom, or a place far from a subway stop, then there’s no chance of us living together. Which is fine, but I’d like it to be a choice, rather than a “well, this is what I could find” thing, you know? Like, if we’re not going to live together, let’s decide that and I’ll back off. Or if we are, then let’s sit down and figure out how much we can afford, and what we want in a place, and I can contribute and be a part of it. I mostly told him that a few days ago, but of course less coherently. He said we’d figure it out, and that it would be interesting and fun. Which I agree with. There would definitely be an adjustment period, but there always is, with everything. It would also be really nice to settle into being able to spend time together without doing anything together. Like, I could catch up on all the journals I read, and not be ignoring him. Because he would be reading scuba boards. So anyway. While it may not happen soon, I do like that we’re moving towards seriously thinking about it. Baby steps.

Tenaya and I have been baking, which is all sorts of fun. A few weeks ago I suddenly wanted a white cake with chocolate frosting and mentioned this to her, and she decided that we should make it. Then last week we made a strawberry rhubarb pie with a lattice crust. It turned out fantastic. We were so pleased with ourselves. Next week I want to make a poached pear pie with gruyere baked into the crust. It’s definitely more involved, and a lot more ingredients, so we’ll see what happens. Next tuesday (the ideal baking day) also happens to be the birthday of my new roommate/Tenaya’s boyfriend’s good friend, so we might see if there’s a particular pie that he wants.

This last week has been really warm, a couple days ago it got up to 90degrees, and I was waking up in the middle of the night because I was sweating. So two nights ago I put my air conditioner back up. Today it is 50 degrees. Of course. I knew that would happen, that the warmth was just a teaser and we’d be back to the regularly scheduled cool spring weather soon, but it was so unbearably hot, especially with John the Human Heater here that I had to.

I have work these days, which is good, but it’s every other day, which makes it hard to settle into a schedule. I suppose I could just pretend I have work every day and get up early, so it’s not so jarring when I actually do the next day, but that would be sensible, and I am all about the staying up late and sleeping in when I can.

I had other little bits to write about, but I can’t remember, as usual.

Oh! I actually got to light a dance show again, that was fun. It was at Colombai, right after the BHP play, and I was able to have to plots overlap with minimal changes, so that was good. And it was a lot of fun. After the strike, I was invited to a Rock Band party at the director of the play’s house, which was awesome. I’m usually not around for their strikes, so I miss all the cast parties, which is fine, I’m not a student, and not so connected to them. But at this point I’ve worked with several of them for a few years, and it was nice to be invited. And it was a lot of fun, to the point where I actually sang some stuff. Highly out of character, but a lot of fun, even if I did murder Bad Reputation. Good thing I started out with Losing My Religion, which I apparently know way better than I thought.

Okay, there are some stale peeps in the kitchen calling my name. The stale ones are the best. I left this batch out on the windowsill for a few days, they should have cured nicely.