The fun we had: Winter 2017
March 29, 2017
The past three months haven’t been exactly rife with fun and jollity, between spending January in and out of court, February dealing with meetings and paperwork, and March, well, March has been more paperwork. But we still had a few bits of downtime. More and more, I see the importance of having some fun to balance out all the work, not just collapsing when I run out of steam and calling it a day.
My prescription for a more fulfilled life: more belly rubs for Seamus, more ticklewars with JuggerBaby, more reading time, more relaxing with PiC. This is some of it.
What I watched
Everything I didn’t necessarily want to know about airports and the building of the Airbus. Flying was a bit of a mystery to me, and not having had anxiety about the mechanics about it, I was satisfied to leave it that way for the nonce.
But we couldn’t get PBS to cough up any of the Masterpiece shows we wanted to see, not without paying a premium, and so PiC got to pick his free show instead.
It was actually a good documentary. I just didn’t necessarily want to know that a single misplaced rivet could mean a plane is torn apart mid-flight. I wasn’t worried but NOW I am!
I was expecting something cute with penguins. But it also felt vaguely racist and we both came away from it with these faces: -__-
“That’ll do, pig.” Now, Babe, that’s a movie that’s really held up over the years. I’ve been quoting it for as long as I can remember.
What I Read
I’ve been in a mood for Pratchett more and more, lately. I need the humor to break off the spiral of negativity that suffuses our days with the political atmosphere and not being sure how it’ll affect my career in the next few years.
I’ll read anything G. Willow Wilson writes and this is absolutely no exception. Her version of Ms. Marvel, a Muslim Pakistani girl named Kamala Khan, is wonderful and I can relate to her version of the 1st generation immigrant’s kid’s experience, even though I’m neither Muslim nor Pakistani. The parental concerns, the preservation of culture worries, they’re the same. And a kid taking on way too much, that’s a familiar story too. The difference is that Kamala is occasionally smart enough to ask for help, I wasn’t.
I’d been saving this book for a special read, and managed to bury it under the pile of packing things. Luckily, I uncovered it when most of the book shelf was packed away and have been curling up with it for a little while each night.
They’re a collection of Neil Gaiman’s speeches and talks and forewords, random things he’s shared over the years that weren’t published in books or comics or made into film. It’s nice to read them and catch glimpses of his thoughts in the past.
What I ate
I’ve had a vague hankering to try my hand at making St. Patrick’s Day corned beef and cabbage dinner for ages. This was the first year I actually made it a point to do recipe research more than a week ahead, and pick up the ingredients on the actual week of. We haven’t a drop of Irish in either of us, but I just like trying new-to-us traditional foods.
Since I was more confused after the recipe research than is usual for that stage of cooking, I hied me to the local (fancy) butcher to get meat that was definitely going to be good and they sent me home with a fine corned beef, a bag of spices they premixed, and instructions on how to prepare it.
Verdict: Wow but I underestimated the level of saltiness we’d be facing! But it now makes sense why all the sides are plain and boiled. PiC enjoyed it, JuggerBaby was indifferent. Ze tried everything with a bit of a shrug and neither loved nor hated it. Ze was also singularly unimpressed by the fantastic tiny red potatoes I’d splurged on. Some days it makes me wonder why I try.
Oh, because it’s entertaining, that’s why! It was a fun experiment and we’ll probably do it again.