cloudy but warm
Jan. 1st, 2004 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireLook there's football on all day! On two of our few channels! There are so many penalties in these games too. And smashings which result in injury. I am glad I am not a football player.
We went to bed early last night, after a glass of Moravian wine. Thankfully it didn't turn to vinegar, and it smells pretty much the way I remember. A bit green, a bit like that strange cinnamon bright alive scent of linden trees in summer. How that came about I don't know, but I'm glad of it. We ate our chocolate flavored with tea, which was oddly spicy.
The rest of it will be used for making a sauce and drinking today with our meal. Alan is making salmon, and there will be tortellini and portabellos involved somewhere I am sure. All our fancy new kitchen equipment will be used, presuming we get the kitchen cleaned up. We exchanged some of our duplicate gifts for the our beautiful new coffee maker. Alan's parents gave us some really tasty coffee for Christmas, so we made a big pot instead of our usual espresso.
I have a craving for Luby's food, and I am ever so glad Alan understands my love of Texas cafeteria food. Always, the same meal. Fried fish, macaroni and cheese, a dinner roll, iced tea, sometimes fried okra, and a big slice of chocolate icebox pie. I've been eating that meal since I was very small, as Lubys was usually the site of birthday dinners and meals with my father's parents.
Trying not to go ballistic, as maintenance can't replace the pipes until tomorrow. But the weight of leaking water just ripped the tarp down out of our ceiling. Breathe. Do not scream. Focus on disliking the neighbors, and knowing that their apartment is also experiencing water damage. As soon as the name change paperwork is done, I'm getting renter's insurance. I live in fear of water now.
I keep seeing Return of the King commercials, and I don't even know what this feeling is that makes me pause.
Here's to happiness and a better year than the last.
We went to bed early last night, after a glass of Moravian wine. Thankfully it didn't turn to vinegar, and it smells pretty much the way I remember. A bit green, a bit like that strange cinnamon bright alive scent of linden trees in summer. How that came about I don't know, but I'm glad of it. We ate our chocolate flavored with tea, which was oddly spicy.
The rest of it will be used for making a sauce and drinking today with our meal. Alan is making salmon, and there will be tortellini and portabellos involved somewhere I am sure. All our fancy new kitchen equipment will be used, presuming we get the kitchen cleaned up. We exchanged some of our duplicate gifts for the our beautiful new coffee maker. Alan's parents gave us some really tasty coffee for Christmas, so we made a big pot instead of our usual espresso.
I have a craving for Luby's food, and I am ever so glad Alan understands my love of Texas cafeteria food. Always, the same meal. Fried fish, macaroni and cheese, a dinner roll, iced tea, sometimes fried okra, and a big slice of chocolate icebox pie. I've been eating that meal since I was very small, as Lubys was usually the site of birthday dinners and meals with my father's parents.
Trying not to go ballistic, as maintenance can't replace the pipes until tomorrow. But the weight of leaking water just ripped the tarp down out of our ceiling. Breathe. Do not scream. Focus on disliking the neighbors, and knowing that their apartment is also experiencing water damage. As soon as the name change paperwork is done, I'm getting renter's insurance. I live in fear of water now.
I keep seeing Return of the King commercials, and I don't even know what this feeling is that makes me pause.
Here's to happiness and a better year than the last.