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Nov. 23rd, 2021
Thanksgiving Break, Day 6
Nov. 23rd, 2021 05:37 pmWell, it's officially more than half over, this break. And since I'll have to do a little work this weekend, it was really more than half over yesterday. But I'm still in it, and enjoying the relative freedome from the office/job.
I did get word today that the exec editor has asked people to work from home next week, while we wait for COVID numbers, since it's so bad around here. We're all vaccinated, but that only does so much. This means doing evaluation meetings by Zoom, which isn't great, but, hey, beats COVID.
Today I was out into the world earlier than usual, and made the most of it. I went one place to look at bread pans, as I can only find one of mine (a pyrex one)--- I know I had a few metal ones, but maybe they went with the ex-, or maybe I got rid of them myself. I didn't like the ones I saw today so much, though. I think the molasses bread recipe I'm going to make soon (for the first time in years) makes two loaves, but maybe I'll put one in a different container. Don't wanna buy bread pans until I find ones I really want.
My bread making plan, to break in the new oven, got a boost when I realized that, since I live in Ann Arbor now, and we have the Bakehouse, and they sell flour, some of which is a hard red wheat they stone grind themselves, and so I can get the PERFECT flour for that recipe. So I went by there today and got that, and yeast, and a currant scone and a little round cranberry walnut pie for 1. Plus a *free* loaf of pumpernickel, as Tuesday is pumperknickel day, and my bread card was full. So I'll eat that, and then bake my next loaf. :)
After that, I went wandering around in the world, in other peoples' neighborhood, listening to Cordelia Gray get closer and closer to the killer. Then I picked up the rest of the groceries, including a chunk of very marbley chuck. Soon I shall have those potatoes that I loved so much when my mother made pot roast.
But tonight I'm finishing more laundry and cooking one of the free meals I got from someone's unused meal-package package. It's good to have my own shopping for Thursday done, though. And to have had all day to do it.
Today's the day the jury started deliberating in the Ahmaud Arbery case. I only recently heard that it's almost an all-white jury. Of course that'd somehow happen, even though Brunswick in a majority-black town. For the better part of a year back around the turn of the century, I lived there. It was a strange time of life. Had some really sweet times there, and some struggles too. No doubt I was exposed to only a modicum of the racist atmosphere of the place, but I still saw plenty. Like I'll never forget how the people in the second Waffle House we ate in reacted when they heard we'd eaten in the other one. The second one was the white Waffle House.
The way we know we should expect the killers to get away with it, again, even while we hope maybe somehow they won't--- it's a really shitty part of life in this country, drenched in one of the worst ways of humankind.
I realized last night that I want to quit the crossword gig. Maybe I'll write later about what I'm finally getting at, in me, that is not okay with it. Might make that one friends-only, though. Heck, the terms of the arrangement might have included something constraining my speech, given what I've heard ancillarily; I don't actually know, tho, as the link to the stringer vows was/is broken when I was jumped in (surprisingly behind the times, in technical computer stuff, that institution), and we're not really regular stringers anyway.
Gee, I kinda wanna put my feed up and be under a blanket for a while. Maybe Dizzy won't mind me stealing the blanket he's on, if I bring him with it....
I did get word today that the exec editor has asked people to work from home next week, while we wait for COVID numbers, since it's so bad around here. We're all vaccinated, but that only does so much. This means doing evaluation meetings by Zoom, which isn't great, but, hey, beats COVID.
Today I was out into the world earlier than usual, and made the most of it. I went one place to look at bread pans, as I can only find one of mine (a pyrex one)--- I know I had a few metal ones, but maybe they went with the ex-, or maybe I got rid of them myself. I didn't like the ones I saw today so much, though. I think the molasses bread recipe I'm going to make soon (for the first time in years) makes two loaves, but maybe I'll put one in a different container. Don't wanna buy bread pans until I find ones I really want.
My bread making plan, to break in the new oven, got a boost when I realized that, since I live in Ann Arbor now, and we have the Bakehouse, and they sell flour, some of which is a hard red wheat they stone grind themselves, and so I can get the PERFECT flour for that recipe. So I went by there today and got that, and yeast, and a currant scone and a little round cranberry walnut pie for 1. Plus a *free* loaf of pumpernickel, as Tuesday is pumperknickel day, and my bread card was full. So I'll eat that, and then bake my next loaf. :)
After that, I went wandering around in the world, in other peoples' neighborhood, listening to Cordelia Gray get closer and closer to the killer. Then I picked up the rest of the groceries, including a chunk of very marbley chuck. Soon I shall have those potatoes that I loved so much when my mother made pot roast.
But tonight I'm finishing more laundry and cooking one of the free meals I got from someone's unused meal-package package. It's good to have my own shopping for Thursday done, though. And to have had all day to do it.
Today's the day the jury started deliberating in the Ahmaud Arbery case. I only recently heard that it's almost an all-white jury. Of course that'd somehow happen, even though Brunswick in a majority-black town. For the better part of a year back around the turn of the century, I lived there. It was a strange time of life. Had some really sweet times there, and some struggles too. No doubt I was exposed to only a modicum of the racist atmosphere of the place, but I still saw plenty. Like I'll never forget how the people in the second Waffle House we ate in reacted when they heard we'd eaten in the other one. The second one was the white Waffle House.
The way we know we should expect the killers to get away with it, again, even while we hope maybe somehow they won't--- it's a really shitty part of life in this country, drenched in one of the worst ways of humankind.
I realized last night that I want to quit the crossword gig. Maybe I'll write later about what I'm finally getting at, in me, that is not okay with it. Might make that one friends-only, though. Heck, the terms of the arrangement might have included something constraining my speech, given what I've heard ancillarily; I don't actually know, tho, as the link to the stringer vows was/is broken when I was jumped in (surprisingly behind the times, in technical computer stuff, that institution), and we're not really regular stringers anyway.
Gee, I kinda wanna put my feed up and be under a blanket for a while. Maybe Dizzy won't mind me stealing the blanket he's on, if I bring him with it....