This is what the forecast for the next ten days looks like: Are you kidding me?! 101 ye-gadz degrees F on Star Wars Day!* (That’s 38.3 C for the Celsius crowd. Yeah. I know!) Sigh. When I change my bed today, the blanket will be washed and put away until about November. I’ve already turned the ceiling fan up to the Stiff Breeze setting. If wishes were horses*, that south-facing sliding glass door in my bedroom would be replaced with double French doors with between the glass shades. (Frankly, if wishes were horses, we’d be knee-deep in horse poo, would we not?)
Here is this, because who doesn’t need to be thoroughly cheered up by baby pygmy Nigerian goats in pajamas? (They’re tiny and live in Maine, where it gets durn cold!)
A bittersweet pleasure because their black cat reminds me of mine.
Today’s adulting should include changing my bed, doing laundry (possibly only one load) and taking out the trash. How much of that will actually get done remains to be seen. Afterward I will wash my hair and fold unmentionables while it dries.
Life in quarantine for me is not significantly different from the usual. I’m pretty much a solitary WOL owing to my place on the spectrum. The only major difference has been grocery shopping. Since I only get paid once a month, I normally only grocery shop once a month. However, I have felt a decided social pressure not to do that since I do not want to be mistaken for a hoarder.
I confess to having somewhat of a siege mentality when it comes to food and paper goods that come in a roll. In the best possible world, I will always have at bare minimum a month’s supply of food (canned, frozen and boxed) on hand at any given time. The more available space I see in my pantry and freezer, the less comfortable I feel. Since I have not been able to replenish my pantry, I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable. The irony of it is that since I cannot shop in once-a-month quantities, I must expose myself to COVD-19 more often. What makes me feel even more uncomfortable is that we are moving into the A/C season when my electric bill will triple, and stretch my budget skin-tight.
I made a bowl of tuna salad the other day. I like to eat it one of two ways — dolloped on crackers or in a sandwich. I usually make 1-1/2 to 2 tuna salad sandwiches, wrap them in cling wrap and put them in the fridge to chill before eating them. It’s the only time I ever use cling wrap. Really. The roll of cling wrap I have has moved house with me twice now. Seriously.
My tuna salad tends to be a little gooshy, and I do not stint when I make sandwiches with it, hence the cling wrap, which allows me to eat them without having to wash my hands (or shirt) afterward. This time the sandwiches were made from artisanal “rustic” white bread of which I had three slices left. Thus 1-1/2 sandwiches. It was totally nums. It had chopped green onions in (as well as diced Kosher dills, sliced black olives, chopped white onions and mayo.)
You will notice in the next to last photo a package of Pedros Tamales thawing in the fridge. I am currently devouring them three at a time. I put them in a shallow soup bowl, put a layer of refried beans on top, sprinkle with chopped green onions (in the plastic produce bag above), sliced black olives, and sprinkle cheese — Sargento’s Three Mexican Cheeses by choice — then zot them in the microwave. A one-dish meal.
Cats and Threads did a post about working from home and about sharing what our at-home work stations look like. When I did work from home, my work station looked pretty much like this. The recliner is on casters. It’s also almost 20 years old and is getting pretty shabby. (I’m angling for a new recliner for my birthday . . . hint! hint!) The table is also on casters. I scoot the recliner up to the table, recline, then pull the table toward me. The pegboards hold various cables, a box of stitch markers, a duster thingie and a clock. I also still have a foot pedal mounted to the back pegboard, although I don’t use it anymore. The carryall at the bottom of the shot holds the shawl I have one more ball to knit onto. I also have half of a 4′ x 8′ sheet of 3/4′ plywood on the floor underneath the setup so the desk and chair roll easily and don’t ruin my landlord’s carpet
Here’s the view from the command chair. Note the bowl of knitting. And that’s all I’ve got for now.
*May the 4th be with you. **FYI, the actual quote is, "If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride."