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Wednesday: walks, started a book
Jan. 13th, 2021 11:00 pmI finally read a meaningful amount of _Blood Heir_ (I had read a chapter earlier, but not much after that). Not sure what I think of it yet. I mean, I am sure it will end up being amazing, but right now, it is pretty grim, and the setup is all about how Ryder / Julie cannot get in contact with any of her family and has to deal with an awful monster all by herself. Given how Kate’s idea about having to deal with Roland by herself turned out to be based on having been raised with a false idea about the world, one really wonders what’s going on here. Also, being obsessed with prophecy for years is oogie. Oh well! We’ll see where this goes. On the plus side, Ryder / Julie is _ludicrously_ capable. And I love her house.
Did the short walk with M., and a brief indoor visit.
Did the long walk by myself.
I cooked the chicken in a pot with some root vegetables. I really did nothing here at all: cleaned, peeled, cut up the veg, put them in the dutch oven with some bacon fat and the chicken. I did nothing to the chicken other than take it out of the package. I didn’t put salt or pepper or fat or herbs or anything at all in. I took the handle off the lid (ordered a metal one — did not realize those existed, but should have!) and put it into a mostly-cold oven, set it to 350 and ignored it for an hour and a half. It was a small chicken — ideally, I would have checked sooner, because I overshot on heat. However, it was super moist. The chicken was fine; the vegetables were amazing.
Imperfect Foods arrived; I cooked the kale. Roche Bros pickup happened. I cooked 4 packages of mushrooms. Fridge looks good for a while again.
I vacuumed the master bathroom and bedroom. I helped A. with her I Have a Dream writing assignment, because there is no way I’m letting one of those get turned in unsupervised again. I spent too much time watching / reading the news, but that’s pretty normal anyway.
I had an odd interaction over the last couple days on FB. I’ve been doing Cooperative / Collaborative / Community / wtf Suffering more or less weekly for a while now. The way that has gone has been really interesting and I have both had very good connections with people as a result of that, and I have also gained a lot of insight into both individual friends and how they think and feel, and also I have gained more understanding of why some types of support are less effective than one might imagine — and what one can change to improve that. C* Suffering has drawn the attention and participation of some of my FB friends and family in ways that are a little unusual, for them and for me, and — I should have seen this coming — I think some very deep, very old rusty / missing competencies are being exposed. It’s good — my friends and family are lovely and loving people, but puzzling it all out takes time and attention. I _should_ have seen this coming, and yet it was and is an ongoing surprise. Each new insight is truly a revelation.
I guess what I am saying is, I _thought_ this was going to be a nice, safe space, simple to maintain, for predominantly but not exclusively women to share emotional state without trying to fix or explain anything. As a practical matter, it is turning into an opportunity for men to get to practice relating emotionally and learn new ways of doing that. Not what I had planned, but definitely worthy.
Did the short walk with M., and a brief indoor visit.
Did the long walk by myself.
I cooked the chicken in a pot with some root vegetables. I really did nothing here at all: cleaned, peeled, cut up the veg, put them in the dutch oven with some bacon fat and the chicken. I did nothing to the chicken other than take it out of the package. I didn’t put salt or pepper or fat or herbs or anything at all in. I took the handle off the lid (ordered a metal one — did not realize those existed, but should have!) and put it into a mostly-cold oven, set it to 350 and ignored it for an hour and a half. It was a small chicken — ideally, I would have checked sooner, because I overshot on heat. However, it was super moist. The chicken was fine; the vegetables were amazing.
Imperfect Foods arrived; I cooked the kale. Roche Bros pickup happened. I cooked 4 packages of mushrooms. Fridge looks good for a while again.
I vacuumed the master bathroom and bedroom. I helped A. with her I Have a Dream writing assignment, because there is no way I’m letting one of those get turned in unsupervised again. I spent too much time watching / reading the news, but that’s pretty normal anyway.
I had an odd interaction over the last couple days on FB. I’ve been doing Cooperative / Collaborative / Community / wtf Suffering more or less weekly for a while now. The way that has gone has been really interesting and I have both had very good connections with people as a result of that, and I have also gained a lot of insight into both individual friends and how they think and feel, and also I have gained more understanding of why some types of support are less effective than one might imagine — and what one can change to improve that. C* Suffering has drawn the attention and participation of some of my FB friends and family in ways that are a little unusual, for them and for me, and — I should have seen this coming — I think some very deep, very old rusty / missing competencies are being exposed. It’s good — my friends and family are lovely and loving people, but puzzling it all out takes time and attention. I _should_ have seen this coming, and yet it was and is an ongoing surprise. Each new insight is truly a revelation.
I guess what I am saying is, I _thought_ this was going to be a nice, safe space, simple to maintain, for predominantly but not exclusively women to share emotional state without trying to fix or explain anything. As a practical matter, it is turning into an opportunity for men to get to practice relating emotionally and learn new ways of doing that. Not what I had planned, but definitely worthy.