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Fast and Tasty

I made a tasty shrimp dish from Fish: the Complete Guide to Buying and Cooking by Mark Bittman.

Roast Shrimp with Orange and Tarragon
Makes 4 servings
Time: 20 minutes

3 Tbsp. flavorful olive oil
4 sprigs of fresh tarragon or 1/2 tsp. dried
1 to 1.5 pounds large shrimp, peeled (I used Trader Joe’s frozen)
1/2 cup fresh orange juice
Zest of 1 orange, finely minced
Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste

Preheat the oven to 450F. When it is hot, warm 2 Tbsp. of the olive oil in a baking pan on top of the stove, then add the tarragon; put into the oven until the tarragon begins to sizzle. Add the shrimp, then sprinkle with the orange juice and zest, salt, pepper, and the remaining olive oil. Roast until the shrimp turns pink, about 10 minutes.

You can also use crayfish or scallops in this recipe.

I served this with garlic and olive oil couscous and fresh steamed broccoli.

Oh My Goodness!

This afternoon I was out running errands. I went to Borders to look for a few Christmas gifts, and I felt suddenly very sad. Blank. Overwhelmed. Then I went to Mervyn’s to purchase some socks and underwear for the UU Undie Sunday (we donate new underclothes to homeless shelters), and in the midst of trying to choose the best deal I felt like crying.

I came home and made tea. I plan to go to social knitting this evening. Maybe I’m a tad lonely. Maybe the fact that I’m finished with AEM triggered a small letdown. It may also be due to the fact that for some reason, I have not caught the holiday spirit yet. I’m worried about some loved ones going through trying times. There is also some estrangement in other relationships that becomes more apparent during the time of year when we start thinking about giving presents. And I miss my father-in-law. This is the second Christmas season without him, and I’m confronted with the fact that he’s absolutely gone. And yet, this year Husband and I are going to Syracuse to spend Christmas with my mother and father and sister. We haven’t been there for Christmas since 2003. I’m so looking forward to being around my Mom and Dad and to enjoying the beautiful decorations adorning their home. I get to see and hug my mommy.

This is weird (for me), but today I felt an urge to pray. But to whom? I don’t believe in a deity. Yet I wanted A Being to talk to. In the bookstore I happened across Thomas Keating’s book on heart-centered prayer, which I own and have read. It’s called Intimacy with God. I also own (but haven’t read yet) a companion book of his called Open Mind, Open Heart. That title was at Borders as well, and seeing those books sent a wave of loneliness over me.

Now I’ve made myself teary. More tea, stat!

Better Day

I had a better day today. Since I was tired and cold last night, I went to bed at 8:00 p.m. and slept for 12 hours. When I woke up at 8:00 this morning, I ate my cereal and scooted over to the gym, where I exercised on the treadmill for 40 minutes. Upon returning home, I listened to my “motivation to move” CD (it really does help!), stretched, and showered. I brewed coffee and by 11 a.m. I was all dressed up, ready for the day.

The afternoon involved answering queued emails, tying up some loose end errands that have nagged for awhile, mailing a package, and doing my knitting homework. Yes, homework! I signed up for a class on Saturday that will teach me how to fix errors such as slipped, dropped, or twisted stitches and other irritants. To prepare I had to knit three swatches, which I did while sipping an Americano at Barefoot Coffee Roasters.

On the way home I got some groceries and firewood. A friend from Austin is in town on business and we’d planned to go to dinner. But I was in the mood to cook, so I called him and asked if he was okay with that. He basically said in so many words, “How could I turn down a home cooked meal?” I made butternut squash with toasted pecans and a broccoli quiche. The trick with quiche, I’ve learned, is to use real cream, or at least half-and-half. It makes a custard that holds up well. It looked so darn good when I took it out of the oven that I took a photo of it. The crust is homemade as well. You shoulda been here! We had a lovely meal and visit.

broccoli quiche

Best Intentions

I’m suffering an attack of laziness. My plan from Monday-Friday is to get up, eat breakfast, and hie myself to the gym for a workout. It worked wonderfully last week; I felt lively and had so much of the day in which to do things. I’ve also tried to be mindful about what I eat, and that went well until Thanksgiving. The combination of inactivity and unconscious eating over the weekend, combined with several nights when I made art into the wee hours, has thrown me. Yesterday I was in my sweats much of the day. Zero exercise. Not enough veggies and fruit. Oh, I made art and tutored my student and facilitated a book discussion, but I didn’t exercise and very much missed it. It’s not that I’m castigating myself for breaking my routine. It’s that I feel less than wonderful because I haven’t moved much; this unwell feeling magnifies and grips more tightly.

This morning is a little better. While I didn’t get going straightaway, I did take a brisk walk. Now I need to think about a healthy lunch and move on.

I blame my cats. They are creatures of indulgence and a bad influence!

Thanks

The house is fragrant with apple pie. Shortly we’ll head out to have dinner with friends at their home; we will deliver dessert, and they’ve done the rest of the labor. They must love us, because even though they are vegetarian, they cooked a turkey. I’ve fasted all day, so I shall indulge.

I’m so grateful for life, for friends and family.

Ze Frank had a sweet Thanksgiving message, well worth a few minutes to watch. Of course, he also had a hilarious show on families and holidays, and you can see it and chuckle here.

I hope you’ve had a lovely day.

Shoot Me Now

…with painkillers. I started cleaning, and kept cleaning. And cleaning. And cleaning. Five hours later, the entire house has been dusted, scrubbed, polished, vaccumed, and wet-mopped; linens, towels and rugs were laundered. It looks homey and shiny, and I’ll enjoy it for all of a few days — because it will begin getting grungy by then. *sigh*

My art for tomorrow will be what I create this evening (everything I post is completed one day ahead). I’m leading a watercolor envelope project with HOBA to assist another agency. I think there will be four of us. I’d had plans after that to cook dinner, but since I ache so much and am exhausted I’m not certain I’ll any steam left.

I’ve earned my keep today!

Fresh Baked

I felt domestic on Sunday evening. The rains came, and the cool gray weather made me feel like nesting. So I baked bread! These are whole wheat baguettes. I haven’t baked bread in at least seven years. It was delicious with butter. In fact, I daresay it was the best bread I’ve ever eaten!

baguette stage 3

Sweet Sleep

Sleep eludes me this week. And this is a week when I need to go to San Francisco four of the five days, and I have three projects to lead on the weekend. Oh please, Mr. Sandman, I really need your magic.

Hunkered Down

Oy! I worked a 9-hour day on Saturday. Today was an 11-hour workday. Tomorrow will be a 15-hour day. Wednesday is another long day (10 hours?). Ditto for Thursday. Friday is a half day, though that afternoon and evening my fellow Americorps and I will be celebrating the achievement of 1000 hours (we have all worked at least that many since January 10). Saturday I may have to work, Sunday I definitely have to work.

I’ll be scarce this week. If you’ve emailed or called me recently, hang tight. I’m not ignoring you for any reason other than the fact I’m swamped.

I’m Livid

So the fucking “check engine” light came on again three days after I picked it up from the mechanic for, like, the fourth time on June 28. I was ready to just give up. It drives fine.

Except that every two years, cars must be inspected for smog.

Well, mine FAILED smog inspection just a few minutes ago. Why? Because the system is running too lean and the 02 sensor is on.

I am furious. This is a three-month ongoing problem. When I picked the car up last time after he’d had it for an entire week, he had only replaced the sensor — again. He said, “A brand new oxygen sensor failed twice in a row! What are the odds?!” I bit my tongue. The odds are pretty high — in fact, the odds are pretty high that both upstream and downstream sensors actually were blown and needed replacing in the first place!

I recommend you never ever take your car to the AAMCO at 2345 El Camino Real, Santa Clara, also dba as C.F.R. Auto Inc. The owner’s name is Ben Wright. I think he’s a sweet guy, very personable. However, he didn’t fix my car, and that’s what matters in the end.

Oh. My. God.

I have the best husband ever. After painstaking effort to clean up my car until it was shiny like new in and out, I came home from work on Monday to find that he had taken apart the teak backyard table and chairs, scrubbed them clean, and reassembled them with new hardware so they would be sturdy again. (They were rickety and unnerving to sit on.) He used a whole bottle of Murphy’s Oil Soap in the process. Then he cleaned the grill and went to Home Depot to purchase replacement racks (ours were rusted). He also bought a new toilet seat for the downstairs since it had cracked, and he replaced that.

When he gets inspired, he’s a powerhouse of activity. He still has plans to do a few things tomorrow! Oh, my, my! There’s something aphrodisiacal when a man starts doing home chores and projects on his own initiative… šŸ˜‰

A Sunday That Feels Like Saturday

Although I do have to go to work tomorrow up to the city, today felt like Saturday. It’s a feeling arising from the fact that a holiday is imminent.

So, what did we do with our Sunturday? First we took my car to Pep Boys to get a tire fixed. Husband used the car last; there’s construction next to his building, and he drove over a nail. It was entirely flat by this morning. Rather than futz with the spare, I pumped the tire up, since I knew it would hold for the barely three mile drive. We left it there, although we may as well have stayed, since they worked more quickly than we expected. We retrieved the car and ran errands separately. I headed to the drugstore for more prenantal vitamins (we’re still trying!). Husband went to purchase stuff to wash the cars.

(By the way, remember that fourth trip to the mechanic for the check engine light — where he replaced an oxygen sensor for the third time? Like clockwork, the damn light came on again this afternoon. What the hell, I’ll not go back for a fifth time. I’ll send him a letter explaining my disappointment in his failure to fix it just so he doesn’t think by my never returning that means he succeeded.)

Around 3 p.m. I brewed a pot of tea and sat down to transform a mirror I’d bought at Goodwill awhile back. For the next six hours, I worked on it while Husband cleaned my car. And when I say cleaned, I mean it: He shampooed the upholstery and rugs, cleaned the windows and fixtures, scrubbed the outside three times (it was really, really dirty), and then polished it. He was in the mood to use tools, and I benefited! He’s got tomorrow off, so he’ll do his car then.

I’ve just finished dinner — I was famished. As for the art I made, I’ll provide a photo once the paint and glue is dry. Tomorrow I’ll expend some creative energy in the kitchen. I promised Husband an apple pie for the holiday.

!!!

Suddenly it’s almost time to leave for Austin! And I have many tasks to do before I go! And there are some work challenges I need to resolve! And I should stop talking in exclamations!

Seriously, I can’t believe I’m going. It will be real tomorrow evening as I pack.

The Most Expensive Car Repair Ever

Once upon a time I had to get the front axel of my last car replaced. It was a $1200 repair. Now, this is is expensive, but it was a necessary repair. It was a $1200 problem, in that not fixing it might have resulted in my axel breaking while I was whizzing down the highway at 65 mph – potentially certain death.

In late April the engine light came on in my Mazda. Driving wasn’t affected, but I took it in to an AAMCO shop that was close to home. AAMCO has a good reputation; the shop was advertising free diagnostic tests until the end of April. I called on a Saturday morning and on the third ring noticed the online listing stated the shop was closed Saturdays, so I hung up. Seconds later the phone rang. It was the shop owner (who has caller ID) saying he was actually open. He said he never likes to miss a call. I was kind of impressed with his initiative. We chatted a moment about the problem and I made an appointment to take it in the next Monday.

That day he called with his diagnosis. He’d found two codes. One was that the gas cap was loose. Okay, I’ll turn it harder from now on. The other was that two oxygen sensors “blew.” They were the upstream and downstream sensors that indicate how rich or lean the engine is running. Why did they blow? His answer was that one of them konked out, which caused the gas to run too lean and blew the other sensor. He said they needed to be replaced. What do I know? Husband isn’t a car guy, so we both agreed to the repair (though he wasn’t entirely convinced by the mechanic’s explanation).

So, $795 later, I had two new sensors in my six-year-old car. The sensors were damn expensive – $250 each, I think.

Two weeks later, the light came on again. I took it in on a Saturday. He ran the tests, and one of the sensors had tripped. Why? Well, maybe it was a bad sensor. What’s the likelihood of that? But we’d paid already, and it was under warranty, and this was the problem according to the expert. He replaced it.

Two days later the light came on a third time. However, I fell ill for a week, so I couldn’t deal with it. Then the last weeks of May I needed my car and had a wonky schedule, so Husband and I couldn’t easily carpool. The car was performing okay. So I waited until my schedule opened up. I called him last week and made an appointment to bring it on Monday. For the third time. All of this is warrantied. Good thing.

Monday afternoon he called to tell me he hadn’t found the problem. He’d run a diagnostic so thorough that it was 14 pages long. He was having “his guy” test every possible thing. He’d let me know as soon as possible.

Tuesday afternoon he called saying he’d gone through nine pages of testing and still didn’t know the problem. It could be the fuel pump, yadayadayada. I could tell by his blustering explanation he was embarrassed. He’s been in business 30 years, never encountered something like this, etc. He made a lame joke about how it was a good thing we weren’t paying for a diagnosis because it would be about $1000 by now. Not funny.

Wednesday around noon he called. He finally found the problem. He asked if I’d ever had the spark plugs replaced. I said yes, probably when I had the car tuned up sometime (at Precision Auto, which I will never go to again because of the crappy job they did). “Well, they were gapped wrong! Whoever replaced them didn’t gap them correctly. Once I fixed that, the engine light went off!”

My God. How simple and obvious. Why had he not checked this at the beginning?

So I picked it up Thursday morning and so far, the light has remained off. What this means, however, is that we paid nearly $700 to replace what probably were two perfectly good sensors. Because really, if he had caught this at the beginning, the repair would have cost oh, about an hour’s worth of labor ($60). Ouch. I have no proof of that, of course. We’re just going to eat the cost, never be a repeat customer, and tell friends not to use his services.

He was a nice guy, the kind that likes to chitchat, but friendliness doesn’t fix a car.

Mostly Better

Thank you all for your well wishes. They cheered me up! I’m nearly back to normal. The intestinal uglies are gone, and that pleases me so much. I lost about 4 pounds (probably dehydration). It’s nice to eat again. And my arm is nearly done healing, as you can see below. It’s still tender and sore, but the oozing and scabbing are gone. I will use greater caution around the oven and stove from now on, that’s certain.

I’m also very happy that Husband is returning tonight. His flight lands at almost 11 p.m. He was in New York state since Wednesday to attend the wedding of a dear friend. Several of my coworkers called while he was gone to check in with me, and one came by yesterday with cranberry juice. It was so nice to see her.

I’m not up to much more — mostly reading. I’m enjoying Bill Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything. I do enjoy his conversational voice. I learn so much when I read his books, and I laugh often. What an excellent combination, yes?

second degree burn mostly healed (day 9)

I’m Sick of Being Sick!

Since Monday afternoon I’ve been horizontal. I’ve been living on water, cranberry juice, and a little ice cream. Anytime I try to eat anything more substantial my intestines riot.

I’m in that limbo of not being so sick that I’m sleeping all the time, but not being well enough to do anything. When I move, the room spins. Oh, and the burn? The skin no longer oozes. Now it’s tight and dry.

I’ve read two novels in two days, and my brain can’t take anymore. I’m bored, and just a tad lonely. Husband is out of town; he left Wednesday for New York, since a close friend of his is getting married tomorrow. (He left me well-provisioned with juice and soup and calls at least twice a day to check on me.) He’ll be back Saturday evening.

So I’m sitting at my desk looking at the two-drawer file cabinet next to the desk, thinking about whether to sort and recycle files. Most of these two drawers contain papers from grad school: syllabi, handouts, papers I wrote. I have not looked at any of it, not one bit, since I graduated seven years ago. Everything in those folders is accessible some other way (web, books, professional journals). I want fresh space to hold papers from what I’m currently working on. Space is a premium here, and we really don’t have much room for boxes of paper. All the paperwork from my therapy practice is stored separately. I’m required by law to keep those for a certain length of time.

We don’t own a scanner, and besides don’t most scanners only scan photos? There was a time when I’d heard that scanners which scanned text were prohibitively expensive. Haven’t done any research on that. Really, do I need to keep the scrawly notes I took on research methods or counseling techniques? Actually, I do have papers as far back as 1979-80 — stuff I wrote for classes. I long ago ditched notes from high school and undergraduate coursework, as well as textbooks from that time. I did keep grad school texts, and will, since I do refer to them occasionally.

Since I’m too weak to really do anything about this at the moment, I’ll leave it. What would you do? What do you do with old papers?

Insult Added to Injury

I picked up a bug. I have a temperature of 101.1 and a belly rumbling like Mt. Saint Helens in 1980. I woke up queasy but went to work anyway. I hightailed it home after three hours.

The burn is healing (I think). I’ve been using triple antibiotic ointment on it and a non-sticky gauze (for burns). I do wish I had an aloe plant.

Bleh. This too shall pass.

What I Did This Weekend

Well, I’ve had a lovely weekend, despite the fact that I started it badly on Thursday evening. I cooked dinner. While I was checking on a roast in the oven, the door sprang up and hit my arm. I ended up with a second-degree burn. (I thought it was a first-degree until my skin fell off and my arm began oozing. Google searches provided lots of information.) Here, have a look!

second degree burn

It’s three inhces long, and it hurts and itches like the dickens!

I spent Friday reading more of Lies My Teacher Told Me. I worked out, had a leisurely lunch, and then walked a few blocks to the Triton Museum of Art. This small three-wing museum had some interesting exhibitions. Much of the museum was filled with local art that was to be auctioned off at a benefit that night. Some of it of it appealed, and some did not. What I came away with, however, was a sense that my creations would have fit in. As for the formal exhibitions, the one by Carlos Villa was less accessible to me. It was a series of latched cabinets inside which were tiled wood panels painted and otherwise altered. There were a couple that I liked, but for the most part I was left feeling flat.

The other room featured works by Younhee Paik, and these were rich and drew me in. They were a series created in response to her mother’s year-long hospitalization. The painted fabric canvases hanging from an angle billowed when I walked by, accentuating the celestial images featured. There were also massive paintings of floor plans to major cathedrals overlaying a background of deep space. Much of her work is celestial and mystical.

After meandering through I walked home, where I encountered a 60-foot stainless steel structure covered on one side with a colorful mosaic of children. It’s called the Universal Child, created by Benny Bufano. You can see a close-up of the mosaic here. I hadn’t brought my camera, because I wanted this to be an experiential outing, and often the camera puts me at a remove from that.

I also tried a yoga class that evening — my first — and loved it. I felt so relaxed. Saturday was my turn to do spring cleaning while my car was at the mechanic. (Diagnosis unclear: I’d had two oxygen sensors replaced last week, and one of them might have been faulty, so he replaced it again at no charge. Hope that took care of it.) Husband cleaned the upstairs last weekend; I worked on the downstairs. Everything is dusted (including baseboards), scrubbed, polished, and mopped. I could have built another cat from all the hair I vaccumed. As a treat for the hard work, we went to dinner at my favorite local Italian restaurant. Later we watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, and then I crashed.

Today was more dawdling and reading. One of my sisters called. We went grocery shopping, and I worked out. Then we cooked dinner and watched our usual Sunday evening fare: The Sopranos and The West Wing (only one more episode! *sniff*).

A totally relaxing weekend. This is good, because I have a jam-packed week!