On the roof next door there is a pigeon trying to get it on with another pigeon. He is walking in a circle round her with his wings sticking up in the air and occasionally flapping them hopefully.
A few days ago we had a big wet snow that melted. I went temporarily insane and became very enthralled by the water drops catching the light out the window
It was really pretty outside. A lot less pretty inside.
I have two windows that leak, and I’d forgotten that upstairs the leak is quite bad. Almost ruined a canvas, but it didn’t so that’s good.
Splash! Isn’t that awful? Cool looking, but no good.
Of course I have a lot of dripping water in my future. One assumes that Oregonians would be much more adept at sealing their windows than Coloradans. I notified my landlord about this about 4 months ago, when it did this during the pre-spring thaw and the downstairs window would ice over inside overnight. I never pressed the matter tough, because it’s only been an issue twice for the year and a half I’ve lived here. Sunny Colorado: where our water is merely a thing that occasionally is befouled by salmonella in the tap, and resolutely does not fall from the sky.
Hi. I am in the thick of final papers here, so do not expect anything big from me here in the next while, although I’ve had some big messy thoughts. I’m a little put off by my peeps lately (I am the lone isle of responsibility in a sea of decadent leisure) and kind of shoulder-knotted and overwhelmed. Trying to keep it real though, most recently with the use of my sewing machine and my growing scrap pile:
That will eventually cover the stupid taupe side of that down blanket.
Also cooking a bit, since I’m a bit poor and need to get creative with what I’ve got. Here’s a pretty little loaf-shaped-cake thing I made the other day, for want of a yellowish cake.
I was inspired by this recipe (and my craving for yellowish cake, as I’ve mentioned. I have weirdly specific food cravings when I get them. Most commonly: cupcakes, apple strudel, and salmon rolls from the sushi place up the street). But all our grapefruits here are rather horrifying looking and nothing you’d want zest up into a cake. It also looked a lot like this recipe to me, which is a household standby. So I halved Clotilde’s recipe and added ginger, cinnamon, orange zest and a we bit of orange juice and put in a little less oil. And it turned out pretty good.
SOME LINKY THINGS
This is the cutest thing. It is a little dangerous that I have found a birdie blog, since I’m an expecting cat owner. But this makes my palm sigh and my heart weep a little for my fine feathered companion.
Okay, so I do most of these things any way, so if I need to cut back any more (which I seem to need to, these days) I’m not sure what else I can do. Following the serving sizes game helps because suddenly a box of mac&cheese is two lunches, not one, but other than that? Make my own term-paper-paper out of the crushed pulp of cereal boxes? Add sticks and twigs to old coffee grounds and recycle it as weak tea? Begin to hunt the pigeons and starlings in my neighborhood?
Did anyone else think of this when they heard about the fish who respond to certain tones? It seemed like an obvious joke connection to me, but no one seemed to go for it. Meanwhile Mr. Henson is having a heavenly field day.
Snow! In Oregon! Oh my stars! Oh dear. I’m such a brat. Remember? I will behave from now on, honest.
Small Magazine Doesn’t that sound nice? Let’s all be small.
All right babies. I have to get to work so I can go for a walk tonight. I have some old bread that is begging for a toss to the ducks.
WE EDIT THIS POST FOR A QUICK RANT
Is there anything stupider than dying one’s hair blackish blue?
This is coming from a resolute non-dyer. I’ve had a dirty blond that went mousey in high school and is slowly going more brunnette, which is fine, and it’s been neat to watch it change every year. I realize most everyone on earth dyes. And that’s fine for them I guess. But why would you change something that is just fine the way it is into a big mess?
Look at that. I could run my fingers through your hair and not have my fingers befouled by colors left over. You could sleep near me and NOT ruin my pillowcase. It was healthy and smooth and a lovely shade of deep brown. What gives.
