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July Challenge - Day 20
It must be nice to be a sheep
With nothing to do but graze and sleep.
Jimmy's not from around here either.
*Reading. ( Wells, Lister, Tufte, Brosh, McMillan-Webster )
... I also technically started reading a little bit of Descartes, and more around Descartes, for the pain project -- but really not very much as yet.
Playing. A round of Hanabi with A & houseguest! We were playing with very different House Norms which led to some hilarious miscommunication, but A Good Time Was Had.
A good time was also had following the toddler around a playground, including some time On A Swing where we worked out How Legs Do. :)
Cooking. Several Questionable loaves of bread (mostly "too much liquid, ergo puddle"). Three more recipes from East, none of which were particularly interesting to us. (Piccalilli spiced rice; Sodha's variant on egg fried rice; a tempeh-and-pak-choi Situation.)
And Ribiselkuchen! I have been very very happily eating Appropriately Seasonal Ribiselkuchen.
Eating. A made us waffles for breakfast this morning. I had them with SLICED STRAWBERRIES and SLICED APRICOT and MAPLE SYRUP and also LEMON JUICE and VANILLA SUGAR and I was very happy about all of this.
Making & mending. It is Event Prep Week. There are so many potions.
Growing. ... I got some more supports in for my beans? I have just about managed to break even on the sugar snap peas this year (should NOT have eaten the handful I did...) and might yet manage to do a little better than that, with luck.
Squash starting to produce female flowers (yes I was late starting them). More soft fruit (which desperately needs processing; I will be sad if I wind up needing to just compost the jostaberries that have been sat in the fridge for ...a while, now). Many many tomatoes, none of which were actually ripe yet last time I actually made it to the plot...
Observing. Peacock butterfly at the plot! Tawny owl (audio only)! Bats (ditto)! The Teenage Magpie Persists!
Also a variety of awkward teenage waterfowl in Barking Park, along with a squirrel who was most unimpressed when our attempts to feed it mostly involved accidentally handing it an empty half-peanut-shell. It made it very clear (well before any of us had independently noticed The Issue) that it understood we were willing to feed it but that we were doing a terrible job at this and Should Try Harder. I was delighted.
This weeks bread: a loaf of Dove's Farm Organic Heritage Seeded Bread Flour, v nice.
Friday night supper: penne with bottled sliced artichoke hearts.
Saturday breakfast rolls: eclectic vanilla, strong white flour - perhaps just a little stodgy.
Today's lunch: kedgeree with smoked basa fillets - forgot the egg due to distractions and basa cooking rather more slowly than I had anticipated, still quite good - served with baked San Marzano tomatoes (we entirely repudiate the heretical inclusion of tomatoes in kedgeree but they are perfectly acceptable on the side), and a salad of little gem lettuces quartered and dressed with salt, ground black pepper, lime juice and avocado oil.
Sophia, it seems, just likes hanging around.
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This morning I read something attributed to Agatha Christie:
As life goes on, however, it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself every day. This is sometimes disconcerting for those around you, but a great relief to the person concerned.
I've been watching people at the more recent stages of leaving bad marriages and seeing them tell themselves or be told the same things I was told when that was me: I look forward to seeing who you will become is what I remember from this time.
And...I appreciate I have literally transed my gender since then. And gotten my first white-collar job. But...I also feel like I haven't changed. I am still bad at relaxing, at having hobbies and I fear this is because enjoying my free time requires more self-driven impulse than I seem to have (except in circumstances where it's terribly inconvenient, I have many and strong impulses there!).
The idea of "relapsing into individuality" is so interesting to me because this makes it sound so easy that overcoming it takes work. Divorce gave me every license to shed "the character I invented for myself," but I just feel like I don't have anything left once I did.
I don't exactly feel bad about this, but I do feel curious about it.