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I haven't had much chance to write lately; school wrapped up on Thursday and I swung right into Thanksgiving mode. Shopping took a day, cooking took less time than I expected (noon to six, more or less), and I unbelievably didn't clean my house at all--not even the toilet, which really needed it. When the boyfriend's parents come over for the first time and you haven't even made time to clean the toilet, that's burnout.
Thanksgiving was wonderful. A number of notably important people weren't there: Eva, CrazyChris, Paul, and Trevor. Greensinger's absence was also felt. I think perhaps I'll have another dinner just to assemble Eva, Chris, and Trevor-- a little less open-invite, a little less crazy.
I'm reminded that facebook is an awful way to figure out who's coming. My thanksgiving is always open-invite and casual, which makes it a bit tricky to cook for; not only quantities of food but vegan-ness, gluten-free-ness, and other allergies are often pretty person-specific (I had two people with nut allergies come, and I didn't know about that in advance. No almond milk in the mashed potatoes next time!). I would never have thanksgiving any other way, but I love throwing food parties and I think I'll do them more often but in a more controlled fashion.
It was a fantastic thanksgiving. I was out of the kitchen by 6 or 7 and had time to chat, there was plenty of food, there was exactly the right number of people for the seating area at all times, my brothers all showed up, the chicken was unreal good and there was exactly one drumstick left the next morning (take that, quantity estimation!), all the dishes but one got cooked, there were some awesome contributions (notably, my roommate made crazy good miso gravy and my baby brother brought great cookies). Angus' dad ate veggies (never happens, apparently), my mom chatted with tons of people, and Rowan and Bob had a great interaction.
Ellen and Adrian made it over.
More people were going to the Dreadnoughts concert later that night than knew each other, I think.
I am so very glad that I took Monday off. I'm finally getting smart about overextending myself; of course I want a 'real weekend' day after cleaning all day yesterday. And of course I need to spend time in a social setting. Now, I actually have time to spend.
My chutneys and the pakoras were, as expected, the biggest success of the night. My fridge is groaningly full of food-- raw veggies mostly that didn't get roasted. There's a pot of stock on my stove.
In December I start work on the north shore three days per week, with the rest of my days going to Grant and the edible landscaping job. It's time. My current boss made some disparaging remarks about community gardens last week, and we have a 'no single leaf left on the lot over the winter' policy, and I'm not getting fulltime hours or even being warned in advance that we'll be sent home early without a full day's pay. Altogether, that's a lot of problem.
I feel so much less stressed right now.
I can't remember who I'm writing this journal to, or why, anymore. I think I need to refocus if I'm going to continue writing in it. I get stiff and disjointed this way. I guess I'm also out of practice.
Thanksgiving was wonderful. A number of notably important people weren't there: Eva, CrazyChris, Paul, and Trevor. Greensinger's absence was also felt. I think perhaps I'll have another dinner just to assemble Eva, Chris, and Trevor-- a little less open-invite, a little less crazy.
I'm reminded that facebook is an awful way to figure out who's coming. My thanksgiving is always open-invite and casual, which makes it a bit tricky to cook for; not only quantities of food but vegan-ness, gluten-free-ness, and other allergies are often pretty person-specific (I had two people with nut allergies come, and I didn't know about that in advance. No almond milk in the mashed potatoes next time!). I would never have thanksgiving any other way, but I love throwing food parties and I think I'll do them more often but in a more controlled fashion.
It was a fantastic thanksgiving. I was out of the kitchen by 6 or 7 and had time to chat, there was plenty of food, there was exactly the right number of people for the seating area at all times, my brothers all showed up, the chicken was unreal good and there was exactly one drumstick left the next morning (take that, quantity estimation!), all the dishes but one got cooked, there were some awesome contributions (notably, my roommate made crazy good miso gravy and my baby brother brought great cookies). Angus' dad ate veggies (never happens, apparently), my mom chatted with tons of people, and Rowan and Bob had a great interaction.
Ellen and Adrian made it over.
More people were going to the Dreadnoughts concert later that night than knew each other, I think.
I am so very glad that I took Monday off. I'm finally getting smart about overextending myself; of course I want a 'real weekend' day after cleaning all day yesterday. And of course I need to spend time in a social setting. Now, I actually have time to spend.
My chutneys and the pakoras were, as expected, the biggest success of the night. My fridge is groaningly full of food-- raw veggies mostly that didn't get roasted. There's a pot of stock on my stove.
In December I start work on the north shore three days per week, with the rest of my days going to Grant and the edible landscaping job. It's time. My current boss made some disparaging remarks about community gardens last week, and we have a 'no single leaf left on the lot over the winter' policy, and I'm not getting fulltime hours or even being warned in advance that we'll be sent home early without a full day's pay. Altogether, that's a lot of problem.
I feel so much less stressed right now.
I can't remember who I'm writing this journal to, or why, anymore. I think I need to refocus if I'm going to continue writing in it. I get stiff and disjointed this way. I guess I'm also out of practice.
