It's been a rather sleepy few weeks, but I'll see if I can tease out a few interesting details.
We upgraded to a bigger and better storage unit last weekend in the effort of clearing the master bedroom of Alex's stuff in order to transform it into a presentable office/guest room. Schlepping the things from the smaller unit, which we had outgrown, into the larger one took the better part of an afternoon, but it will be worth it in the long run. Unfortunately, in the process we discovered that many of the boxes I had previously packed weren't packed "properly" so I'll be redoing those before we move. Damn.
I replaced a toilet seat ALL BY MYSELF! Really! Small victories...
For those of you who know my culinary skills, prepare yourselves...In the past two weeks I have made, in the crock pot, bean soup, vegetarian chili, and cinnamon-date oatmeal. And last night I made roasted eggplant. Me. All by myself. Un-freakin-believable! And they were all pretty good, too. I don't know how long this streak will last, so don't get too excited. Needless to say, I'm quite pleased with myself. I think next on the menu is crock pot veggie stew.
Spring break is over and my construction class is back in session. Our final project is to complete and expand upon a large storage shed on campus. This weekend we'll finish the walls and start on the roof. More work than it sounds... If nothing else, this class has taught me the boundless physical and mental skills required by builders. I hope, at least, to remember that respect when we begin to build our own home.
In my reading group, we're on Chapter 6 of Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth. I'm participating in the Oprah-Tolle webclass, an unusual (given its global scope) and rewarding experience so far. Jump on in, I say. I'll sign off with my favorite quote from Chapter 6:
"In Zen, such a glimpse [of being present] is called satori. Satori is a momemnt of Presence, a brief stepping out of the voice in your head, the thought processes, and their reflection in the body as emotion. It is the arising of inner spaciousness where before there was the clutter of thought and the turmoil of emotion." p. 177
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Crock pots rock. I've never done fancy things like breads in them, but even just for soups, stews, and slow cooked (ahem, sorry) meats they are worth their space in the cupboard.
Now, on a wet winters day (pretty rare in SB but plentiful here in Pdx) a crockpot stew accompanied by bread machine bread... now, that's the good life, on the cheap!
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