July 4th, 2011

20111112, Marilee

Humongous Storms

I'm going to give Falling Skies and Necessary Roughness a second try. They're both kind of wobbly in the pilots. Falling Skies has big semi-reptiles and they put what looks like baby scorpions on the back of the human neck to control them. I think I've read about that kind of critter on the neck before, but I can't remember what it is. I read Friday's paper then got dressed, coordinated, and went shopping. There were storms all night, but not bad here. I stopped at McDonald's first at 8:55am and the tree I usually park under lost about the top third of the trunk. Some branches had recent cuts, but I don't know if it was to make the tree stable or because they got broken.

I went to the grocery and when I got to the pharmacy, they were closed. They did have a sign that said they were closed on Monday, but it was Sunday. I'd checked online about when they opened, and it was about 40 minutes past that. I wanted some frozen food, too, so talked to the seafood woman on the way. She called the manager who said it would be open at 10am. I suddenly realized that I'd looked at the regular days online, not Sunday. I got the frozen things and went back to sit on the bench that's part of the pharmacy. One of the pharmacists came in five minutes later and was out to help me in another five minutes, so I got Junie's meds and went through the Beauty and Health section to get another scissors hair clip. They had smaller ones plus tiny ones, none of which would hold my hair up at the back. I remembered to take the existing one to the van today and leave it there, but I came in soaked again. I had started at the check-out, so it's probably the walking in the more humid store.

I picked up Thursday's through Saturday's mail on the way in and there wasn't much there. I put the freezer and fridge things away and went back to the bedroom at 10:30am. I was so wet and salty that I stood in the shower for a couple minutes without washing, dried off, and went to bed. I read the book until noon, finishing it, but sleeping a lot while I read it. I didn't set the alarm and woke up at 10:30pm. I got out here to watch the news and read a section of Saturday's paper. I've been mostly online since then, and I'm really sleepy again.

All weather things say in the 80s for Tuesday, so I ought to be able to keep the PT appointment. According to the weather person on TV, we had giant storms, one person was killed, that I slept through. There's always a rehearsal for the Fourth of July extravagance on the Capitol lawn -- good way to see the show without being crammed in the next day -- and the park police apparently did a great job of getting all of them evacuated into safe areas.

A motorcyclist was riding without his helmet to protest the law requiring them. He fell on his head off the bike and died. Troopers said he probably would have lived if he wore a helmet.
20111112, Marilee

What We Eat When We Eat Alone by Deborah Madison and Patrick McFarlin

These two are spouses -- Deborah is a chef, cookbook author, prizewinner, and involved in many boards; Patrick is an artist. Patrick designed the book and did a wonderful job: chapters had an illo page at the beginning, then in the text, all the titles of the recipes that are in the book are in red, and the recipes for each chapter are at the end of the chapter on a light olive-color paper. There are illos throughout and there's an index and Metric Conversion Chart at the back. The odd thing is that this is half the size of The Help, but weighs twice as much. I can feel that the paper is thicker, but I wouldn't have thought it made that much difference.

There were a couple things I didn't like. They did a "survey" but it was completely random with many cook and restaurant people in it. That pretty much means the survey is useless. Also, in the chapter about people who always eat alone, Deborah is very patronizing.

The chapters talk about what you eat when you cook for yourself while your family/etc. is away, how to cook to seduce someone, the range of cooking people do when they cook for themselves, what every kid should learn to cook before they grow up, and how men should learn to cook more than steak.

Pretty much all of the recipes are too hard for me to do, but I made some notes and bought lemons, limes, avocados, and sardines that I think I can use with my normal rice & noodle meals because of the ideas in the recipes.

If you can cook, I bet you'd love the recipes, if not all the book.
20111112, Marilee

Losing Days

I was online a lot longer last night than usual, but I was also doing two loads of laundry and ran the dishwasher. I read Saturday's paper and the first quarter of Sunday's paper, as well as slipping today's paper under the others. I realized that thinking that 10:30pm to 10:30pm was 12 hours was wrong, but it still seems like I can get to a normal day tomorrow. I was very sleepy at 1:30pm and I slept from 1:45pm to 4:45pm and came back out here to watch the news and check up on things that happened since I was here earlier. I had a dream about hiding from my mother -- she couldn't know I was sleeping. The storms are starting as are private fireworks. The city's fireworks start at 9pm.