A nice finish...
Jul. 30th, 2002 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpToday was pretty much the same as yesterday, I guess. I went home around 1 pm and started puttering around the office, throwing stuff out and trying to figure out how to organize the stuff I do want to keep.
I still think there's way too much of it.
But when I returned to the store to pick up Galina, I ran by the City Market and picked up some summer squash and zucchini, and when I came home, Drew and I started to cook a little.
I made a cucumber-and-radish salad, drenched in olive oil that was shortly absorbed by thin slices of the Ecce Panis rosemary bread I'd bought. This was done out on the verandah, while we waited for the extra-thick pork chops to cook (they ended up being so thick, Drew cut them in half to have them cook faster).
Anyway, pursuing a sort of completely disorganized serendipity, Drew, Shannon, Brady, Galina and I ended up sharing dinner out in the fresh air. The wine was a domestic Sangiovese that I'm still trying to puzzle out. The contents of this bottle were lighter in color than I'm used to in a Tuscan wine, and there seemed to be something just slightly off about the taste, too. On the other hand, the wine was certainly drinkable.
* * * In going through stuff, I've run across some items that take me back. One was a journal-like entry from 1999 that was the first stab at describing the inadequacy of "doing as much as you can." The second was something I had been asked to put together by management at a job I held back in the mid-80s, on a very similar topic.
I was almost tempted to devote today's post to those items, but frankly, I'm way too tired and there is way too much junk still left to go through. The challenge, I think, when I do get around to writing about these items, will be to make them not sound as if I'm posting something I wrote a long time ago.
My stomach is trying to drag the rest of me, kicking and screaming, off to sleep. I shall not put up much resistance.
Cheers...
I still think there's way too much of it.
But when I returned to the store to pick up Galina, I ran by the City Market and picked up some summer squash and zucchini, and when I came home, Drew and I started to cook a little.
I made a cucumber-and-radish salad, drenched in olive oil that was shortly absorbed by thin slices of the Ecce Panis rosemary bread I'd bought. This was done out on the verandah, while we waited for the extra-thick pork chops to cook (they ended up being so thick, Drew cut them in half to have them cook faster).
Anyway, pursuing a sort of completely disorganized serendipity, Drew, Shannon, Brady, Galina and I ended up sharing dinner out in the fresh air. The wine was a domestic Sangiovese that I'm still trying to puzzle out. The contents of this bottle were lighter in color than I'm used to in a Tuscan wine, and there seemed to be something just slightly off about the taste, too. On the other hand, the wine was certainly drinkable.
I was almost tempted to devote today's post to those items, but frankly, I'm way too tired and there is way too much junk still left to go through. The challenge, I think, when I do get around to writing about these items, will be to make them not sound as if I'm posting something I wrote a long time ago.
My stomach is trying to drag the rest of me, kicking and screaming, off to sleep. I shall not put up much resistance.
Cheers...
