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Shabbat prep
Feb. 28th, 2003 03:32 pmI finally got moving at reasonable speed this morning (this week I've been rather too slug-like, not getting stuff done that I should've; don't know why it seemed to need so much more-than-usual extra mental push...), started bread dough and left some veggies roasting in the oven (on time bake). So far this afternoon, I've gotten 3 loads of laundry done (definitely needed before Shabbat), the bread made, and acquired groceries (still can't believe I had *no* pasta, and *no* frozen veggies).
The plan: roast turkey, make veggies, pay some bills, finish laundry. Start Shabbat with everything done (well, maybe not the salad), the place looking a little bit less like a disaster area.
The menu: challah rolls (with wheat and rye flours, flaxseed meal, and multi-grain flakes), grape juice, brussels sprouts, perhaps a salad, turkey thighs roasted with sweet potatoes and onions and topped with cran-citrus jam.
What about the roasted veggies? Well, there weren't so many of those (onions, a couple of carrots and parsnips) to start with... afternoon snack.... :-)
Side note: why is it that the last couple of weeks there are crunches of Stuff That Must Be Done Today on Fridays, the day I leave early? It's frustrating to either do things more quickly than I'd like, or have to foist some of it off on other people.
And while I'm talking about work.... I'm working on a new workbook. It won't really be new, in that most of the pages are coming from a variety of no-longer-used ancillaries, but they're being pulled together, and resolved, and some tests added in. OK. I'm told to write a letter to the solver the boss has decided I should use. Fine. I draft it, run it by her, with notes that I'd want to include information about time frame and pay scale. I hear nothing back for a day or two, until she tells me that she just called him up and worked out the details. Well, why ask me to write a letter in the first place?
And of course, she promises to send him all the stuff he needs to do this by today; she worked the details out yesterday. Some of which I had to get from the dozen-plus workbooks... And I still had work on the not-yet-done reprints that is rush rush rush. I was slightly crazed by the time I left the office...
The plan: roast turkey, make veggies, pay some bills, finish laundry. Start Shabbat with everything done (well, maybe not the salad), the place looking a little bit less like a disaster area.
The menu: challah rolls (with wheat and rye flours, flaxseed meal, and multi-grain flakes), grape juice, brussels sprouts, perhaps a salad, turkey thighs roasted with sweet potatoes and onions and topped with cran-citrus jam.
What about the roasted veggies? Well, there weren't so many of those (onions, a couple of carrots and parsnips) to start with... afternoon snack.... :-)
Side note: why is it that the last couple of weeks there are crunches of Stuff That Must Be Done Today on Fridays, the day I leave early? It's frustrating to either do things more quickly than I'd like, or have to foist some of it off on other people.
And while I'm talking about work.... I'm working on a new workbook. It won't really be new, in that most of the pages are coming from a variety of no-longer-used ancillaries, but they're being pulled together, and resolved, and some tests added in. OK. I'm told to write a letter to the solver the boss has decided I should use. Fine. I draft it, run it by her, with notes that I'd want to include information about time frame and pay scale. I hear nothing back for a day or two, until she tells me that she just called him up and worked out the details. Well, why ask me to write a letter in the first place?
And of course, she promises to send him all the stuff he needs to do this by today; she worked the details out yesterday. Some of which I had to get from the dozen-plus workbooks... And I still had work on the not-yet-done reprints that is rush rush rush. I was slightly crazed by the time I left the office...