Atoned

Sep. 27th, 2012 01:01 pm
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So, at the last moment (I was still debating with myself at sunset on Tuesday) I decided to go ahead and fast this year. Not too bad (not drinking water is always a hardship for me, but I was braced for it and coped by not moving very much and brushing my teeth when I just couldn't stand it anymore, which may be cheating, but whatever) until yesterday afternoon when all my hunger and thirst pretty much turned into rage and grumpiness. But I wasn't around anyone, so I guess that's okay.

My Net Diary is mad at me for skipping meals, which amuses me no end.

Do I feel spiritually renewed? Maybe. I think I would have regretted not fasting, mainly. Maybe next year I will find services to go to.
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I didn't mean to be all silent for over a week, like that. These things happen, I guess. 

Anywa, I got myself an eight-person seder meal + tzimmes and chopped liver from Whole Foods, which turns out to be well over enough food for me for a week. I think I still have a pound of chopped liver I should get int the freezer. I performed the most abbreviated seder ever using the 30-minute haggadah and abridging it further because I felt like I just read that part of Exodus recently (it might have been a couple of months ago, but it's fresh in my mind). But I got in all the wine drinking and herb dipping and invited Elijah in, which is much more observant than most of my holidays have been recently!

I haven't actually had leavened bread, yet, which is kind of peculiar. Well, the week was pretty easy as far as that went - I was aware that I couldn't go get a sandwich or make myself pancakes, but that was never a hardship. Went out to dinner with my mom on Wednesday (before seeing Anything Goes at the Willows, which was excellent, even with the last minute understudy stepping in for a major role!) and had sushi, so I even got the annual "do I eat rice?" debate with myself.

I meant to feed my starter last night so I could make bread today, but I forgot. And then this morning I discovered that the dog had messed the kitchen floor (he was scared by the train going by on his evening constitutional (I don't know what that's about, we have trains going by all day and all night and he's never been scared before) and dashed back inside and then couldn't hold it 'til morning, I presume. He's normally a very fastidious dog so I'm trying not to make him feel guilty about it) which (a) is better than the carpet, at least but (2) meant I couldn't have coffee or breakfast until I'd cleaned up. Well, I guess I could have, but ew. So, anyway, today's getting off to a slow start.

I still haven't dealt with the bees! Argh. I need to call Vernon tomorrow, and if he isn't going to come get them soon I have a line on another apiary that says specifically that they are set up to integrate captured swarms into their honey-making process safely, so they should be able to handle my hive. Part of my problem is that I don't want strangers judging the unkemptness of my backyard, but I have to just get over that. They can judge, whatever, it's not like they'll be dropping by every morning asking if I've cut back those blackberries yet.

I think I should probably make a doctor's appointment while I know my last premium check cleared, but that is a whole other post. I'll try and get those thoughts out tomorrow, and then I'll make the appointment. Saying it in public makes it more likely to happen, right?
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We are doing Pesach all wrong. Well, maybe not every single bit entirely wrong, but an awful lot.

The only cleaning of chametz I did was moving the bread box to the kitchen counter from next to the table. We had to run out this afternoon to buy matzoh and parsley and that took going to three different stores because of the great matzoh shortage (that I didn't know about until yesterday. This is what I get for not reading the paper. And, yet, we somehow ended up finding Manischevitz (we prefer Yehuda but could only find NOT FOR PASSOVER boxes). Used a goose bone for the seder plate.

I ordered one of these pre-assembled meals for the seder - just do the last minute heating up, broiling, etc. I assumed since it was advertised as a seder meal that it would be kosher, or at least kosherish, but the vegetables come with parmesan on top and the entree was flank steak, so, no. I'm guessing the artichoke dip and horseradish sauce not pareve, either. And we're already done, ages before sundown. Mostly done, I guess we are actually paused while DH runs out to meet another obligation. We'll have dessert and that little goat song and the last glass of wine after he gets back.

But we did get a couple of really interesting Haggadah randomly earlier in the year. Didn't have time to really delve into the commentary today, but enough of a taste to want to spend more time on it, and we didn't have to skip anything. So, not entirely wrong.
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My doctor called me last night to tell me that (a) my prescription was finally approved by my insurance company and (b) I needed to go see a hematologist (actually, she asked me what the hematologist said, as she had left me a message back in November saying I needed to go see one, but that was when I was moving and wherever she left said message, it didn't get to me) . I'm taking care of (b) next week, I'm expecting my "borderline high platelet count) to turn out to be nothing, though if it explains the general run-down feeling I've had for what seems like forever at this point, that would be nice.

Th prescription is for Adderall to see if it helps with my attention problems. Since this is my first prescription of the new year, I had to pay a whopping great co-pay to cover the deductible, so I brought my hand-dandy HSA checkbook with me, with a check pre-signed by my husband since my name isn't on the checks and I am not absolutely positively sure that there is a card in someone's file somewhere saying that I am an authorized signer on this account (we sent in the form, but thath's all I really know). All that is fine with my friendly neighborhood pharmacist, but her register requires my husband's driver's license number, which I don't have. Which is when I realize that I don't my cell phone with me. So she offers to call my husband and I go to grab his business card out of my wallet which, wait for it, is not in my purse.

So, I leave my signed check at the register, my cart full of groceries next to the pharmacy counter and dash home (without, of course, my own driver's license, which always stresses me out once I am, you know, aware of driving without a license), get phone and wallet, drive back to store, call husband and actually reach him, yay, and all is well.

I'm pretty sure the pharmacists are all convinced that I need this stuff, whatever the insurance company thinks.

In non-medical news, today is Tu b'shvat, the New Year for Trees. It's a way monor holiday that doesn't require any sort of observance, but I like to plant a tree. Because any excuse to plant a tree is good. It's grey and rainy and a work day for DH, so I don't know if I will actually put anything in the ground today, but yesterday we planted an orange tree (Washington Navels) and a strawberry tree, so eventually we will have oranges and some screening of glare from the setting sun.  Our Henry Lauder's Walking Stick, which is just decorative but really neat looking, awaits it's hole, but is getting a lot of water to drink meanwhile.
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I'm allergic to corn, especially in the form of corn starch and corn syrup. I used to be able to find all kinds of nummy corn-free treats around Passover time because kosher-for-Passover used to mean corn-free. Around the time I converted, a bunch of rabbis agreed that corn syrup and corn starch were too far removed from the grainy source to count as a contaminant, and the joy of Pesach as the time when I didn't necessarily have to read every label was just a little bit tarnished for me.

Yesterday, Henry and I stopped off at our local Raley's to pick up some snacks for a little 10th Anniversary Buffy marathon and came upon a nice collection of Passover-prep kosher foods nicely displayed in the middle of the back aisle. So we added a case of Yehuda matzah and a yahrzeit candle to our basket already brimming with smoked oysters and chocolate eggs. Then I noticed the marshmallows. With hardly any hope, I read the ingredients. No corn. Corn-free marshmallows have been a holy grail of mine since before I knew that the reason I couldn't eat marshmallows was corn. Well, no, that's logically ridiculous, but as near as all my life as makes no difference. And I found them!

I haven't opened them yet. I'm a little afraid - what if they just aren't that tasty? What if marshmallows are only delicious when they are taboo? But the day will come, and soon, when I will light up the outdoor fireplace, toast myself some marshmallows and have my first ever s'more.

Also found some corn-free yellow cake mix (which I use to make pie, but that's another story) and a kosher-for-passover Count Chocula knock-off that I just had to try. Sweet cereals are mostly a thing that I just don't understand, and I couldn't pass this one up. It's chocolate, for breakfast! A must to try.

So, thank you manufacturers, for keeping your recipes and standards from a simpler time and making the magic of Passover that much brighter.

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