ksmith: (gimme a break)
The end of the week. NADWcon is next week, and Holy Hanna but it can't come soon enough. Friends. The Farmers Market. The Concourse Hotel. State Street, with its coffee shops and cool restaurants. It's going to take a 20-mule team to drag me home.

Tomorrow night, Joshua Bell at Ravinia. First they said it would storm, then not. Now the storms are back on again. I'll be under a shelter, but still. If rains will come, I would rather they held off until I get home.

And no more power outages. Please?

Out on the deck. It's warm, but not as warm as predicted. Windy--I have to position the brollie carefully or it tips. Salad supper--pasta pesto and chicken w/ tarragon. Very good. So was the pinot noir with dark chocolate.

The cable returned, obviously, or I wouldn't be posting now. I came home for lunch to find the TV on and the internetz functioning. Had to change the batteries on the phone--they had depleted during the outage, shutting down the phone and sending incoming calls to the fax machine. I love technology.

Anyway. Phone's fixed. Go me.

Last night's storm was pretty horrific. 94 mph gusts clocked at Waukegan Harbor, and baseball-sized hail in the city. A block from me, the wind burst felled entire trees. I've been seeing crews out all day, and roads were blocked by downed branches and power lines. Not a drop of rain here. Just the wind.

I need to figure out what clothes to pack for NADWcon. I think I have a reading--I need to print out pages. I need to get as much done this weekend as possible because Thursday morning will be here before I know it.

The pups are spoiled--I'm outside, and they're inside. The A/C, doncha know. Tender little sprouts are they.

G*d, I need a vacation. Next year will be 25 years (ack!) at the day job, which means I get another week for a total of five. I could use one of those weeks now. No, the way things are shaping up, I don't think I can ask for unpaid time. Gonna be a busy rest of the year.

Birds are singing. It's a little too windy to be out, but hell with it.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
The end of the week. NADWcon is next week, and Holy Hanna but it can't come soon enough. Friends. The Farmers Market. The Concourse Hotel. State Street, with its coffee shops and cool restaurants. It's going to take a 20-mule team to drag me home.

Tomorrow night, Joshua Bell at Ravinia. First they said it would storm, then not. Now the storms are back on again. I'll be under a shelter, but still. If rains will come, I would rather they held off until I get home.

And no more power outages. Please?

Out on the deck. It's warm, but not as warm as predicted. Windy--I have to position the brollie carefully or it tips. Salad supper--pasta pesto and chicken w/ tarragon. Very good. So was the pinot noir with dark chocolate.

The cable returned, obviously, or I wouldn't be posting now. I came home for lunch to find the TV on and the internetz functioning. Had to change the batteries on the phone--they had depleted during the outage, shutting down the phone and sending incoming calls to the fax machine. I love technology.

Anyway. Phone's fixed. Go me.

Last night's storm was pretty horrific. 94 mph gusts clocked at Waukegan Harbor, and baseball-sized hail in the city. A block from me, the wind burst felled entire trees. I've been seeing crews out all day, and roads were blocked by downed branches and power lines. Not a drop of rain here. Just the wind.

I need to figure out what clothes to pack for NADWcon. I think I have a reading--I need to print out pages. I need to get as much done this weekend as possible because Thursday morning will be here before I know it.

The pups are spoiled--I'm outside, and they're inside. The A/C, doncha know. Tender little sprouts are they.

G*d, I need a vacation. Next year will be 25 years (ack!) at the day job, which means I get another week for a total of five. I could use one of those weeks now. No, the way things are shaping up, I don't think I can ask for unpaid time. Gonna be a busy rest of the year.

Birds are singing. It's a little too windy to be out, but hell with it.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
Out on the deck. The rain predicted for the weekend has yet to materialize, and may hold off until tomorrow. Yesterday grew cloudy and a little cool, but today has been lovely--sunny, 70s, light breeze. I'm spending as much time outside as possible.

A pot containing the carcass of today's roast chicken, bits from the freezer, and assorted herbs and veggies is simmering away, my first attempt at stock in a while. The roast chicken was possibly the best yet. I managed to insert the temp probe in just the right spot, and this time the chicken roasted through w/o overcooking--the juices ran clear when I cut into the thigh joint. The bed of fennel, onion, and carrots had roasted to the point of sweetness. Had mashed parsnips on the side. Full now.

The pups get tired when I spend most of the day outside. Gaby wants to be with me, but even though she tries to sleep, she's distracted by every sound and is exhausted by the end of the day. Then there's King, who prefers it cool, dammit--I just let him back inside, where the A/C is keeping it more to his liking.

I want 5 months of this weather. Ain't gonna get it, but gonna wish anyway.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
Out on the deck. The rain predicted for the weekend has yet to materialize, and may hold off until tomorrow. Yesterday grew cloudy and a little cool, but today has been lovely--sunny, 70s, light breeze. I'm spending as much time outside as possible.

A pot containing the carcass of today's roast chicken, bits from the freezer, and assorted herbs and veggies is simmering away, my first attempt at stock in a while. The roast chicken was possibly the best yet. I managed to insert the temp probe in just the right spot, and this time the chicken roasted through w/o overcooking--the juices ran clear when I cut into the thigh joint. The bed of fennel, onion, and carrots had roasted to the point of sweetness. Had mashed parsnips on the side. Full now.

The pups get tired when I spend most of the day outside. Gaby wants to be with me, but even though she tries to sleep, she's distracted by every sound and is exhausted by the end of the day. Then there's King, who prefers it cool, dammit--I just let him back inside, where the A/C is keeping it more to his liking.

I want 5 months of this weather. Ain't gonna get it, but gonna wish anyway.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
Sunday's goat cheese salsa spread on bread rounds and broiled = delicious mini pizzas. Had them with a green salad.

Then I did dishes. Stored the winter coats that hung on the coat rack by the back door. Sorted mail. Paid bills. Next thing I knew, it was 9pm. So much for the evening.

Gaby is her usual self. ::knock wood:: T-storms pushed through last night, bringing a 40-degree temperature drop with them. Gaby's kind of weather--she ate three meals today, and ran around a little. She's dozing now.

I wish Sunday had never happened.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
Sunday's goat cheese salsa spread on bread rounds and broiled = delicious mini pizzas. Had them with a green salad.

Then I did dishes. Stored the winter coats that hung on the coat rack by the back door. Sorted mail. Paid bills. Next thing I knew, it was 9pm. So much for the evening.

Gaby is her usual self. ::knock wood:: T-storms pushed through last night, bringing a 40-degree temperature drop with them. Gaby's kind of weather--she ate three meals today, and ran around a little. She's dozing now.

I wish Sunday had never happened.
ksmith: (River_Song1)
It's been a few days since I posted. Nothing much to say. It hasn't rained for the last few days, which is a goodness. Today was sunny, but cool.

Here's something cool, courtesy of Amy Sheldon: Sea urchins use their entire body as an eye.

Tonight was take-a-break night. Caught the first two eps of the new Dr Who. My fave parts? The scary search through the orphanage--for me, the best Drs contain a healthy dose of horror--and the chemistry between Alex Kingston and Matt Smith.

Bulls lost. Cubs losing. Sleepy. G'night.
ksmith: (River_Song1)
It's been a few days since I posted. Nothing much to say. It hasn't rained for the last few days, which is a goodness. Today was sunny, but cool.

Here's something cool, courtesy of Amy Sheldon: Sea urchins use their entire body as an eye.

Tonight was take-a-break night. Caught the first two eps of the new Dr Who. My fave parts? The scary search through the orphanage--for me, the best Drs contain a healthy dose of horror--and the chemistry between Alex Kingston and Matt Smith.

Bulls lost. Cubs losing. Sleepy. G'night.

Tuesday

Apr. 19th, 2011 07:38 pm
ksmith: (lightning)
The day's promised thunderstorms arrived a couple of hours ago. It's raining hard, and we didn't need it. The dog towels that I laundered on Sunday have already been washed again, and the kitchen and dining room floor look like absolute crap.

Because of the lack of warmth and sun, I finally broke down and set up the grow light for the seed tray. I don't know if it helped or not, but several pepper and tomato seeds have sprouted. If all the current hatchlings survive, I'll have more than enough to plant next month.

Heard that Elisabeth Sladen, who played Sarah Jane Smith on Dr Who, passed away today. I liked her. I *think* she was my first companion. I started watching Dr Who during the Tom Baker years, and she traveled with him for a time.

Now to work, with occasional checks of the media to see if the Blackhawks live to skate another day.

Tuesday

Apr. 19th, 2011 07:38 pm
ksmith: (lightning)
The day's promised thunderstorms arrived a couple of hours ago. It's raining hard, and we didn't need it. The dog towels that I laundered on Sunday have already been washed again, and the kitchen and dining room floor look like absolute crap.

Because of the lack of warmth and sun, I finally broke down and set up the grow light for the seed tray. I don't know if it helped or not, but several pepper and tomato seeds have sprouted. If all the current hatchlings survive, I'll have more than enough to plant next month.

Heard that Elisabeth Sladen, who played Sarah Jane Smith on Dr Who, passed away today. I liked her. I *think* she was my first companion. I started watching Dr Who during the Tom Baker years, and she traveled with him for a time.

Now to work, with occasional checks of the media to see if the Blackhawks live to skate another day.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
Temps reached over 80F today, which is a bit much for early April. I ran the A/C, yes I did--the pups were spread out on any cool bare floor they could find, and I needed to use the oven, so. A/C.

It's a little cooler now. Waiting for the storms to slide in. Went outside to collect the plants, and managed to lock myself out of the house for the first time since I measured my age in single digits. Nothing like that sinking feeling when you realize that no, you don't have a set of keys in the car and no, you don't have the set that you keep in your jacket pocket because you aren't wearing a jacket.

Suffice to say that I got back inside without needing to climb through a window or break any glass. A little needless excitement to cap the weekend.

Dinner consisted of baked salmon with a drizzle of the good balsamic vinegar, mesclun with pink grapefruit, and my own homemade rosemary oven fries. I just sliced a russet, tossed the pieces with salt, pepper, and olive oil, and topped them with crush dried rosemary from last year's bush/tree/shrub/whatever. Lovely smell from the crushed needles--I know fresh herbs are better, but this rosemary still had a lot of flavor. And the fries were finished in about the same amount of time as the premade variety. Yes, they were tasiter. Crispy? No, but neither are the bagged variety unless you fry them. Lesson learned. No more bags.

Tomorrow's Monday. Wish it wasn't.

In other news--THE HAWKS ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS! The Stars lost in regulation, so the Hawks are in. It was a crazy situation--if the Hawks had won today, they were in. But they lost, so all these tiebreakers came into play. Dallas had to win either in regulation or sudden death OT in order to take the #8 spot. If they lost or went to a shoot-out, they were out of the playoffs and the Hawks were in. They lost. Hawks in. Wish I felt happier about it. I mean, yes, I'm happy, and relieved that they don't join the group of 2-3 teams with the unfortunate distinction of missing the playoffs the year after winning the Cup. But they're uneven, streaky, and sometimes plain ol' lousy, and while I would love it if they turned out to be the Flyers of 2011...let's just say I'm willing to be surprised, but I'm not expecting to be.

Second episode of The Killing tonight. It's a grim thing, but I am still looking forward to it. Love Mireille Enos.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
Temps reached over 80F today, which is a bit much for early April. I ran the A/C, yes I did--the pups were spread out on any cool bare floor they could find, and I needed to use the oven, so. A/C.

It's a little cooler now. Waiting for the storms to slide in. Went outside to collect the plants, and managed to lock myself out of the house for the first time since I measured my age in single digits. Nothing like that sinking feeling when you realize that no, you don't have a set of keys in the car and no, you don't have the set that you keep in your jacket pocket because you aren't wearing a jacket.

Suffice to say that I got back inside without needing to climb through a window or break any glass. A little needless excitement to cap the weekend.

Dinner consisted of baked salmon with a drizzle of the good balsamic vinegar, mesclun with pink grapefruit, and my own homemade rosemary oven fries. I just sliced a russet, tossed the pieces with salt, pepper, and olive oil, and topped them with crush dried rosemary from last year's bush/tree/shrub/whatever. Lovely smell from the crushed needles--I know fresh herbs are better, but this rosemary still had a lot of flavor. And the fries were finished in about the same amount of time as the premade variety. Yes, they were tasiter. Crispy? No, but neither are the bagged variety unless you fry them. Lesson learned. No more bags.

Tomorrow's Monday. Wish it wasn't.

In other news--THE HAWKS ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS! The Stars lost in regulation, so the Hawks are in. It was a crazy situation--if the Hawks had won today, they were in. But they lost, so all these tiebreakers came into play. Dallas had to win either in regulation or sudden death OT in order to take the #8 spot. If they lost or went to a shoot-out, they were out of the playoffs and the Hawks were in. They lost. Hawks in. Wish I felt happier about it. I mean, yes, I'm happy, and relieved that they don't join the group of 2-3 teams with the unfortunate distinction of missing the playoffs the year after winning the Cup. But they're uneven, streaky, and sometimes plain ol' lousy, and while I would love it if they turned out to be the Flyers of 2011...let's just say I'm willing to be surprised, but I'm not expecting to be.

Second episode of The Killing tonight. It's a grim thing, but I am still looking forward to it. Love Mireille Enos.
ksmith: (Default)
Taking tomorrow off--another working weekend. Needed to fill the cookie jar, so I baked a batch of my favorite Ina Garten Oatmeal cookies. This time, though, I cut back a little on the pecans and raisins and added a cup of chocolate chips. House smells great.

Last night was a Powerball crap-out. In fact, I was like a reverse winner--my ticket didn't contain any of the winning numbers. Not a one.

40s and foggy all day today. Sunday, we could hit 80F. Springtime in Illinois.

Blackhawks are still in the playoff race, but the Dallas Stars could still knock them out. It could come down to the last game of the regular season. No pressure.
ksmith: (Default)
Taking tomorrow off--another working weekend. Needed to fill the cookie jar, so I baked a batch of my favorite Ina Garten Oatmeal cookies. This time, though, I cut back a little on the pecans and raisins and added a cup of chocolate chips. House smells great.

Last night was a Powerball crap-out. In fact, I was like a reverse winner--my ticket didn't contain any of the winning numbers. Not a one.

40s and foggy all day today. Sunday, we could hit 80F. Springtime in Illinois.

Blackhawks are still in the playoff race, but the Dallas Stars could still knock them out. It could come down to the last game of the regular season. No pressure.
ksmith: (King)
So Runaway King is currently stretched out next to me on the couch, snoring softly, the top of his head pressed against my leg. Gaby, meanwhile, lies at my feet--if I need to get up for any reason, I will need to play Furniture Twister to keep from stepping on her.

I'm effectively immobilized, IOW.

In other news, ordered demitasse cups from C&B so that I can drink [livejournal.com profile] trolleypup's hot chocolate properly. Also ordered stemless wine glasses because I am so sure-handed.

And it's raining again, dammit.
ksmith: (King)
So Runaway King is currently stretched out next to me on the couch, snoring softly, the top of his head pressed against my leg. Gaby, meanwhile, lies at my feet--if I need to get up for any reason, I will need to play Furniture Twister to keep from stepping on her.

I'm effectively immobilized, IOW.

In other news, ordered demitasse cups from C&B so that I can drink [livejournal.com profile] trolleypup's hot chocolate properly. Also ordered stemless wine glasses because I am so sure-handed.

And it's raining again, dammit.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
Another day off tomorrow, which means that today is technically my Friday. Except that I will be working tomorrow anyway, just on my own stuff.

I am so looking forward to the Discworld Convention in Madison in July, because by that point I will be seriously in need of a break.

King's birthday gift consisted of a little extra food. His reaction was to inform me that he really, really needed even more food because he hasn't eaten properly in *months* and is slowly withering away.

Filled out mail-in ballot this evening. To the candidates who didn't bother to respond to the local paper's questionnaire--I don't care that you were running unopposed and therefore perhaps felt that you didn't need to respond. I don't know anything about your views or background, and therefore am not coloring in the little oval next to your name.
ksmith: (gimme a break)
Another day off tomorrow, which means that today is technically my Friday. Except that I will be working tomorrow anyway, just on my own stuff.

I am so looking forward to the Discworld Convention in Madison in July, because by that point I will be seriously in need of a break.

King's birthday gift consisted of a little extra food. His reaction was to inform me that he really, really needed even more food because he hasn't eaten properly in *months* and is slowly withering away.

Filled out mail-in ballot this evening. To the candidates who didn't bother to respond to the local paper's questionnaire--I don't care that you were running unopposed and therefore perhaps felt that you didn't need to respond. I don't know anything about your views or background, and therefore am not coloring in the little oval next to your name.
ksmith: (snowflakes)
Looks as though the storm that the weatherfolk were talking about a few days ago will not materialize, a fact for which I am most grateful. It continues cold, however. No warm up until the weekend, but it will bring rain with it.

Time to do the day job thing...
ksmith: (snowflakes)
Looks as though the storm that the weatherfolk were talking about a few days ago will not materialize, a fact for which I am most grateful. It continues cold, however. No warm up until the weekend, but it will bring rain with it.

Time to do the day job thing...

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