It is very very stormy out. My two blue chairs fall on their backs! Then I go out with the dog and stand them up again. And then they blow flat again.
The power keeps flickering and there's all this really loud rain and I think a torrent of some sort nearby, possibly down the gutters and downspouts?
I have THINGS TO DO.
But mostly today I did things already and now THEY ARE DONE.
I made all these pizza crusts for one day's dinner next week when all the guests are here. Brother and sister-in-law and their two little speedy bunnies. It turns out little nephew is obsessed with someone from a video with blue hair? I guess? And I just found a blue wig in the car (no idea) still in the package, so obviously I need to have that on when they arrive.
The meals are all planned out. Everything is all planned out, invasion of Normandy style, down to the last detail. I'm thoroughly psyched because I get to make tons of food, I get to make a lot of it in advance, and I get to visit with everyone lots while we eat good food because I will have made it in advance. See how that works? I know!
Hence the pizza crusts. And I cooked myself a lovely pizza for dinner from one of them. I made six individual ones and three large ones, then used one of the large ones. I had this crock pot chicken left over that I'd shredded and left to soak up the delicious broth, so I drained that and put it on there, plus the last of the Rhinebeck buttermilk blue cheese, SO GOOD, plus a red pepper, with provolone on top. It was insanely good.
Whoever told me to make chicken or beef in the crock pot with flavoring and then just shred it after is a genius. It makes fabulous filling for tortillas or sandwiches or whatever. Oh man! I'm in love.
I made pumpkin pie from those pumpkins I got. But I also invented this weird oatmeal mochi marzipan crust. Okay, I did this: send a lot of almonds through the processor until they're bits and powder. Pour boiling water on a cup and a half of oats. Let that sit a while. Mix the still hot oats/water in with the almonds and put in a whole bunch of solid coconut oil. (It's some fancy kind of refined by whipping it around or something, I have no idea.) Cut it in so the hot oatmeal water helps melt it down. Mix in enough dry oats to give the whole mixture body and strength. Add a bunch of brown sugar. Then add more oats because the sugar makes it watery.
That is your pie crust. Or possibly a blandish granola. It looks like crumbled up cake after baking. It tastes good but sort of puffy and bland the way mochi is.
I have plans to try this with a ton of sugar and really refined/powdered almonds and call it mochzipan. Right?
Right, so all those pizza crusts, a fancy pizza, invented a pie crust, made pie, made crumbly granola mochzipan, went for a big hike up the mountain to check the reservoir (full) and the spring (full of crap, and also a mouse that looked startled to see me.)
Therefore one of these days I'll be going up there with my colander duct taped to a ski pole to haul all the detritus out of there. And with a caulk gun and a tiny "keep out" sign for the mouse. Well, the "keep out" sign will be understood.
I also washed ten zillion dishes and went around making oof noises, especially when bending was required. Oof, I said. My back! It complains!
But hey! Guess what? I got that gigantor frelling seminar DONE as of tonight. Oh that was the other thing. I had a ton of that to do and got it done. And a lot of Online Job and got that done. Am awesome. Am accomplished. Am frelling tired and oofed out.
Here's a silly thing. I put some medications somewhere and can't find them. It's nearly impossible that they're really lost, like fell out of the car at school or something. But I can't seem to find them in the house anywhere.
But then I just found my allergy pills in my bag after searching there six times, so probably they'll turn up. Maybe after I clean up the UNHOLY MESS that surrounds me in every direction.
I'm going to make more Thanksgiving things in advance and freeze them. It's awesome to get things like that done. I'm going to make a regular, less-homemade-y pioneer girl looking pie for Thanksgiving and eat this one up. This one looks pretty darn rustic since it's from real pumpkins. Pumpkin pie for breakfast! Look out!
There's major monstrous housecleaning coming up, too. Like I need to steam clean my bedroom carpet because my sister-in-law is allergic to cats, my idea to clean it, not anyone else's, but it means I have to clean it up up up. Nothing on the floor.
My suspicion is that I'll find my bottle of pills. Genius, I had three with thirty each and was being tidy so I combined them into one of 90, and that's the one I can't find. Gaaaaah!
I also have lovely LOVELY knitting to do, the kind where I can't wait to get started, oh boy! Not only am I going to be a great-aunt in May (you betcha!) but my sister-in-law's sister is having a baby in April (she is totally family somehow!) which means I'm going to knit a couple of Welcome To The Flock sweaters and hats for them. Bawwwwww! The yarn is coming.
And I'm knitting the prehistoric Mold gold cape of course. How could I not? I'm just going to finish up these socks before the yarn arrives so I'm on target, right? Yes!
Here is weird news. PANTS. Yes. I have these jeans that fit sort of weird, like too loose and too low and too short and too wide yet still somehow tight and weird. Three pair. Gold, brown, purple. And I wore the heck out of them at my last job, with boots because they're too short. ANYWAY. Then this summer the store sold off the rest of them on drastic sale and I went "Oooh!" and got a couple more in other deep dark jewel tones. Only I figured they fit the same way. (Do not follow the logic here.) So I never wore them. I KNOW.
But then today I wore the raspberry ones and they're totally freaking comfortable and long enough and are clearly a slightly different cut, so that's all very silly and the upshot is PANTS!
I'm pretty thrilled. They are raspberry, dark green, dark blue/green, and I think another pair? It was that week or two where the store was just like "Take all our winter clothes for 1/20 their usual cost! Take them! Take them!" And I did. Especially long-sleeved heavy t-shirts with V or scoop necks.
Which leads to the next project: making them into dresses. Most of them I got two of the same color, so there's a dress. But then, aha! The glorious part! That leaves an extra top part from just below the armscye up! What should I do with that? Make it into another fabulous chimaera dress, of course!
I have many exciting plans.
And lots of Woodchuck hard cider. For the holidays, of course! I think I'll just have generic "holidays" from now until after the New Year, what do you say?
It will all go better if I can find those dang pills, though. Last night I neglected to take them before bed and had the most horrible nightmares, horrifying vicious animals like the killer trilobite mouse that could fly up to eye level and razor through you with its needle fins. Animals getting hurt, all this mudlside and swamp and grossness, floods coming through everything, family getting their flesh scraped off down to bare bones, dead uncles floating away in state on mattresses sagging down from the wet blankets, all kinds of horror and death and damage and pain and terror.
And so I might tear this place apart looking for the goddamn pills is all I'm saying. I can taper off just fine but you're not even *supposed* to stop suddenly like that. (These are the extra as-needed panic pills. Let me just assure you: they were needed.) I did eventually pull it together enough to get up and got the bottle and took some.
Sleep! It's scary in there! Bad stuff happens and you can't get out! Then you wake up and are so terrified you can't get up and find the anti-terrified pills!
Night terrors, what a glorious fun time. Yucko. But since a lot of the work got done and off my plate as of tonight, I'm really hoping it'll let up. Or else I'll go back on those big-time meds.
I like to remember to think: What would be the best thing for me right now?
Am I the only one who was not remotely raised to think that ever at all? Nor to think "What do I want?" I did eventually sort of start to figure out that I was allowed to think "What do I want?" but the wiring between that and "What would be best for me?" is like two kite strings and a twist tie. And one of the kite strings is all snarled up.
I'm just going to take the good-night meds (another type entirely from the previous two, JIMINY) and try to tidy up and put everything away that I can while they take effect. You promise I won't have horrific nightmares again tonight, though, right? None? Nobody's arms with the meat falling off and the bone and ligament and tendon exposed? Right? In floods with uprooted trees flailing about?
P.S. I am a math-deprived person and I can stop looking for that bottle, because this one right here is that one. I just can't estimate the number of pills by looking at it. I took them out and counted and there's 75. Oh, bunnies. This is the one I combined them into a week ago and took two a day as prescribed. Math! I still might clean up this room a bit, though. Heh.
P.P.S. You know that song Raspberry Beret? Is there some sort of word for pants/jeans/trousers that can go in place of Beret? Because I'm not coming up with one and that song has been trying to sing itself in my head all day.