All my people are home from their various places now. David and Nick have been to the Feast of Tabernacles at the Steamboat Springs site in Colorado and they had quite the adventure getting back home because they got caught in a blizzard without snow tires or chains. They ended up having to do a huge detour to get home. Greg was in Lake Texoma with his aunt, uncle, and girl cousins with a different FoT group than we went with a couple years ago, but they stayed on site at the same resort that our main festivities were at last time, so it was familiar for him. They all had fabulous times at the places they went and I’m sure soon I’ll see more photos of their trips.
They were gone for about 10 days, about 8 of which I was sick with a horrific sinus infection — like hallucinations, fever, two kinds of antibiotics sick. Poor Ree. He was stuck home with me, which meant that sometimes he had to make his own meals and once he seriously offered to walk to the grocery story (he doesn’t drive yet. We need to work on that.) In any case, we are glad other people are back now.
Does anyone else watch perhaps too many British shows and movies and then, seeing houses you recognize from other things, feel at once comforted by them, but then a little later disconcerted because they didn’t actually use that particular houses inside for the inside scenes? Is it just me?
The problem with being sick when your mom has died is that you have no one to call when you just want to whine about it and have someone tell you that “you should check the color of your tongue and take mucinex, why do you hate mucinex? Oh hey, did I tell you about the new building over by campus? It’s awful. Everyone is going to hate it. But there’s another new restaurant on University that we should go to when you come down…”
My exciting Friday night: two new medicines to help with my RA/Fibro flare (a Medrol taper pack and Lyrica), store bought autumn squash soup (I wish I had the energy to make homemade), and a TV show that irritates the cats. It’s just me and the cats home tonight. Everyone else feels well enough to have exciting plans. Wahoo!
I had an early brunch with a dear, dear friend of mine this morning. As we sat in her sweet little breakfast nook with tea, boiled eggs, and stollen, we chatted about how the year was going and she asked me what I was doing to nurture myself. Honestly y’all, I babbled out an answer full of things that made her go “THAT’S what you find nourishing?” Things like scheduling things, making sure everything had a task associated with it, being better organized, etc. She expressed a bit of doubt with my methods, but being the gracious hostess she is, she just let it go and the topic moved onward.
I got home a while later and really started thinking about it. I am not really a planner. Oh, I try and try to be, but in the end every plan lasts a few days and then I scrap it. So I spent some time just meditating on the idea of nurture and what it meant to me.
Here’s what I came up with:
- Nurturing me means extra time around everything so I can digest experiences. Yes, that means a bit of planning, but it is soooo good to have time around things and not just be chock-a-block busy.
- Nurturing me also means time for music, which I have not been making. The words “I haven’t played the piano since I got these progressive lenses” slipped out of my mouth and now that I’ve ruminated on it, I got the glasses in January (9 months ago) and haven’t really touched the piano since my mom died. Hmmm….
- Nurturing me means time to read. I have “Time to Read” in my Habit Tracker, but how much have I really been reading? None. Like one day a week, which is very close to none for a Lisa.
- Nurturing me also means eating foods I actually like. My husband is very good about cooking dinner, but he is very bad about making food that I really am fond of. Part of that is that the kids hate everything and part of that is that we really, Nick and I, have a totally different palate. I’ve been cooking my own lunches this week and eating all the things I love, like mushrooms and onions and zucchini and sweet potatoes and cabbage, and have been so happy at lunch time!
Anyways, that’s what’s on my mind today. Time to go eat the mushroom/onion/zucchini/feta dish that’s been sauteing while I type. 🙂 Hope y’all have a good afternoon!
I had this Too Good To Be True nice kind of day where you kind of secretly wait for the awful thing to happen. Yeah. Prednisone wore off and I’ve got a sinus infection. I was finally going to get to chaperone the band. I was feeling so good. Now I feel like someone took a blowtorch to my sinus cavity.
Signs that you might need to go to bed early. I’m so tired right now that I just misread a sign as “The Devil’s Roomba.” Yesterday, similarly tired, I read a different sign as “Murders Ahead.” I also got mad at a light switch for not turning on the light that was already on.
I wrote 7 scenes yesterday, but my brain could not be bothered to come up with more than 500 words today, which is the lowest limit I allow myself for productivity these days. So I made this list of things I could do that are mostly Writing Adjacent on those days:
- Make list of things to be done
- Character sheets
- Research things off my Research list
- Write “daily pages”
- Update Writing folders on computer
- Read “Downloaded-yet-Unread Writing Related Articles”
- Sort “Prompts” file by type of prompt for later use
- Figure out what topics I want more info on for the next writing group meeting
- Prepare my 2-page item for sharing at TPL’s Writing Club
- Do coursework for online writing classes
- Help someone else with their writing
So then I did, yay verily, sort all my prompts. Also, dyed my hair teal. It didn’t come out quite how I hoped, but that’s how my whole week has gone.
I made a really delicious breakfast casserole this morning. Our picky eaters are out of town, so we are able to eat mushrooms and onions again. Let the rejoicing begin!
- 1/2 of an 8 inch round onion focaccia bread
- 5 large eggs
- 1.5 cups of milk
- 1/2 tablespoon ground mustard
- 1 tablespoon Italian herb mix (mine has oregano, thyme, sage, rosemary, and marjoram)
- salt and pepper to taste (mine was light on salt and heavier on pepper)
- 1 long piece of beef sausage (from those that come 2 to a package)
- 4 ounces of sliced baby bella mushrooms
- a few dashes of parmesan cheese
- 1 cup or so of shredded cheese, this time I used a Colby jack/Monterary jack, next time I’m trying feta
- Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Spray an 8×8 in casserole with your favorite oil.
- Whisk eggs, mustard, and milk in a bowl.
- Cut foccacia into 1 inch chunks and place in bottom of casserole.
- Pour egg mixture over it and set it aside.
- Slice mushrooms, not too thin, into 1/2 inch or so sized pieces.
- Cook mushrooms with the Italian Herb Mix and salt and pepper until they are nice and yummy.
- Slice the sausage while the mushrooms cook, then when the mushrooms are just about done, add the sausage to the pan and cook for a few more minutes.
- Pour the mushroom-sausage mix into the casserole, giving it a bit of a stir to incorporate the mushrooms and sausage a bit into the bready goodness.
- Sprinkle the parmesan cheese on first, then the shredded cheese.
- Bake for about 35-40 minutes. Let sit for about 10 minutes before cutting into it.
It was delicious! 🙂
So yesterday was a good day to stay at home. I felt like trash, my meds gave me terrible acid reflux, and not even 6 prednisone gave me any energy to do more than sit on the couch. It did not, however, let me nap, so the band’s delay in getting home (buses arrived in Tyler at 2:30am) was …interesting. Especially as the light over the front door stopped working and I ended up taking a living room lamp out into the porch area so we could see to get back into the house.
I did finally sleep and today has been a better day because I got acid reflux prevention meds, I heard from my traveling boys, and Ree is back home to clean up all the cat vomit (Cosmo has decided that eating the plastic sleeves of things in the trash in my bathroom is a good plan. I keep my doors closed, but he has managed to get in there several times now. I swear he can open doors.). See! Bright sides! 🙂