When I Was A Kid...

...I cooked a lot, and I tried every recipe I could get my hands on the ingredients for. This looks like the kind of thing I would have made daily. I'd test it, but I don't have a microwave.

http://community.livejournal.com/food_ish/24643.html

(And yes, fitting that it's in the community foodish but it's more food than the notorious chocolate freezer cake that sat in the freezer with my roommates, it had 'beef gelatin' among the ingredients. For chocolate cake.)

The Continuing Life...

I guess this is as laid-back and leisurely as my weekends get right now.

It was really lovely, and there wasn't that much planned in it -- Saturday a house showing in the morning, then nurserying with Ellen and Piotr, then a party Saturday evening; Sunday I didn't have to be anywhere till 1pm, and I got home by dark.

Still I somehow managed to only get a couple hours sleep all told.

Going to the nursery with Piotr and Ellen was one of the best things ever-- we spent Piotr's money on two cherry trees, a pear tree, and two fig trees. We wandered around and chatted-- they chatted, I listened (it makes me happy when people I like get along) and wandered through the nursery, I chatted and they listened, and it was plants all the way really. That's paradise.

The people who came to view were awesome, but they were the second set who I've said 'I'll take you' and they get back to me a bunch later to say they've changed their mind. Really never trust anyone without a damage deposit. No matter how cool they seem or how much they seem to like the place. It's getting really frustrating.

Saturday was a birthday party at Kat-and-Doug's that turned into a topless party, then a panty party. I left at 3am, and would have stayed later if I hadn't had to get up in the morning. I need to have myself a panty party. It was awesome. I borrowed a pair of Kat's Hello Kitty panties, cause I never wear any. We got Jordan into a pair of pretty pink ones that said boy-girl-boy-girl all over them. Angus couldn't make it, he was working, but he wore his pretty panties to work -- moved without knowing it by the spirit of the night, I suppose. I also found myself really liking Bob's new roommate, for no reason I will post in public here.

Sunday was a slow start-- I did leave the party at 3am, got home around 4am, then woke up pretty early to assemble plants for Piotr's plant-a-thon. I brought him my second multi-blue clematis, a whole whack of tomatoes (6 sungold, 3 viva italia, 6 gardener's delight, 5 black krim, 3 yellow brandywine, and 4 I can't remember), two ginger mints, a thunbergia (one of the three I inherited after the masquerade, I gave one to my mom, and kept the other), a green zebra tomato *cutting* (I'm in suckering and therefore cutting season), and a bunch of seeds: okra, lettuce, chard, kale, cukes, calendula, and generally stuff that could just be scattered to see if it would come up (barring the cukes, which were deliberately placed). He'd also got some zucchini and daylilies, we divided some of his own daylilies, he'd bought some basil plants and an echinacea that went in, and some minor stuff like that. We didn't plant the two cherry trees by the time I left, though we'd done the soil replacement and planted everything else and taken the ivy off the fence besides. It was a lovely day, I had Angus who was a fantastic help (you can tell he's done something similar to this before, he just knows what to do and does it well except that "a substantial hole" means something different in construction and gardening) and Juggler who was useful muscle plus it was just good to see him. Piotr made really nice food and was generally trusting of my garden-fu and placement-fu (!!!!) and it was really good all around. It was particularly nice to go into a garden with gas-smelling patches and dead things and leave with a fully-planted veggie garden, some fruit trees in the ground, everything tidy, and essentially everything *done* for the year except the occasional watering.

Then Angus ended up sick, and coughed all night, so though we got to bed early there wasn't as much sleep as I'd have liked. Tonight I'm on my own.

So yeah, not much free time. I'd like to start doing impromptu things again, and also hosting people in my lovely home. Soon the rat babies will be gone, I will have the roommate situation decided (I'm showing tomorrow, then I'll not worry about it till Friday, then till after the folk fest) and... isn't this a theme of my posts? ...then time will be mine. Sigh.

Until then, hang in there.

Emerging/Dissection

I've been throwing tantrums lately.

I've been not liking things lately.

I've been getting angry at Angus -- albeit sort of cautiously, and not usually about things that are his fault, which I know. I've been expressing that, sometimes appropriately, sometimes less so.

I've been not wanting to sleep with people. I've been getting pissy at people who don't respect my boundaries. I've been *feeling* my boundaries, knowing when they are trespassed upon.

I'm turning into a more solid human being, and as with every piece of growth, I need to learn how to handle this 'more-ness' of me. How do I deal with a Greenie with a full emotional spectrum? How do I deal with a Greenie who says no, who has 'just friends'? How do I move in the world like this? How do I interact socially? How do I interact with myself?

It's pretty interesting. It's good. It's rough sometimes.

I don't like doing damage to innocent bystanders while I learn. That is both the empathic person and the perfectionist in me crying out against this piece of learning. I'm doing it anyhow.

This is a statement of power.