Friday Fragments. Mrs.4444. Saving us all from mental constipation, one Friday at a time.
***I have figured out why, when you make kimchee, it is best to quadruple the recipe: there is so much chopping and dicing and preparation involved that you don’t want to have to do it very often. We now have a full gallon jar plus a quart jar of it sitting on the microwave, and it is beautiful. We found the most beautiful Korean red pepper in an Asian market, and I think this will be our best batch yet.
***In addition to a huge workload this week at the office, I have also been trying to figure out the logistics of making it so that we can, in fact, go to Island Park next week. It has made my brain feel fried, but we might be able to manage it. I hope. I really want to go. Did you know I am a camping freak?
***Last week when Steve and I went to see Public Enemies, there was a woman ahead of us taking her kids to see the new Ice Age movie. Four kids plus her + snacks for all=$70 dollars, approximately. She was thin, very sleek and blond, beautiful, and was talking to her kids so nicely and sweetly; I hated her on sight. Then yesterday I saw her dropping her kids off at the daycare I walk by every morning and heard her say, in a tone of MAJOR exasperation, “XXX, get OUT OF THE car right now or I am going to spank your butt!” It made me smile and not hate her anymore. Parenting: The Great Equalizer.
***I saw a sign in the local grocery store this week that said, “XXX: The Stores That Feel Like Home.” I tell you, my home does not smell like spilled milk and old bread and little old ladies-you know, that faintly moldy, sweet smell? Oh. Wait. Yes it does.
***In a fit of pique a few nights ago, I actually slapped Eli across the face. It wasn’t like a full swing, didn’t even leave a red mark (why yes, I DO feel like shit about it; thanks so much for asking!), but still. I have to laugh a little now, though: he is about 10 inches taller than me, and is close to weighing as much as I do; what, exactly, did I think Iwas going to accomplish? He told me yesterday that it didn’t hurt at all, it just shocked him-and reminded him that I am, in fact, still his boss.
***Steve cooks. Which is really quite lovely. I got home from work last night and he had flank steak marinating and eggs boiling for deviled eggs ( I started to fall in love with him over deviled eggs, actually, and he made them as a “surprise” for me) and red potatoes already cut up. He had also helped Sam make a cake for dessert. I could totally get used to this.
***I have been having night sweats on and off for several months now; not like hot flashes, thankyouverymuch, because I am very rarely EVER too hot. But I wake up shaking and dripping sweat. Like, soaked sheets and jammies and pillows and literally dripping. Steve will often wake up, too, and try to be considerate by pulling the covers OFF of me, which then chills me to where I shiver. It was a simply minor annoyance, and now is getting to be a regular thing, which is just almost worrisome. Since of courseDr. Google is THE expert, this could be anything; cancer, hyperthyroidism, perimenopause, a bad bacterial infection…or just a side effect of the antidepressant (although since I have been on it forever, why would this suddenly occur after two years?), it is not in my nature to assume the best. I need to stop Googling things.
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