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Nov. 25th, 2012 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichLeftovers are all-lll gone. I cooked the smallest turkey in my Thanksgiving-cooking life last week and the leftover bits lasted about, oh, two days. I think that little thing was twelve pounds. 12 pounds does not make for very many post-holiday sandwiches for four people! At least, not for three men and one woman. Nor did the fruit salad last long. So off I go today to visit the commisssary again and buy, yes, another turkey. Which will be roasted and deboned for yummy sandwiches as well as adding to my gumbo stock. I feel the need to make gumbo. And stew, too. A big pot of beef stew would make me very happy.
I've been resting more. Sleep has been high on the list of things I do whenever the mood strikes and as a result my discomfort while standing has lessened. I timed myself while on my feet and was rather stunned by the result as I would have sworn that I had no back pain at all but in fact there is pain about 9-10 minutes after I stand, and it is a good five minutes or longer after that before my legs start to go numb. I notice the numbness but I'd been so busy with the doing of things (and the mind-ghosting refrain of "gotta hurry, gotta hurry") that I was never aware of the low back pain. People's advice was read and heeded. I've been using the handicapped tag for parking. I have to admit, I was very grateful for it at Whole Foods! We would have been parking in Outer Mongolia had I not that tag. (And our parking spot gave Bossman a chance to notice something I'd read about but he'd missed - the free electric car charging pole at the front of the store's parking lot.)
Our Youngest helped me put together a Lego kit. Or rather, he started one while I worked on another, as neither of us were interested in the Thanksgiving Day football game. It had sucked in Bossman and provided a in-chair nap excuse for Opi, so we were left with a wide empty table and a disinclination to continue playing games (we'd all played cards for a couple of hours). The haunted house kit isn't like other tall building kits. You can't build each floor separately and then put one on the other. So he started that while I hunkered down to build the little five building miniature street set. Oy, was that a pain in the patoot! Over 1300 pieces and none of them bigger than a two-point lego piece. Most were those tiny little 1/3 singles. I was impressed by the creator's ingenuity and completely cold to the end product. Mostly because I'd not really enjoyed making them. Taking over the haunted house after Shawn left made me much happier! (And the ladder to the attic is Da Bomb! So very cool! And yet, not so cool... I was missing pieces again. This time, instead of calling and getting a customer service rep who will merely make soothing noises at me, I'm moved to write a real, actual, paper letter of complaint.
I've been resting more. Sleep has been high on the list of things I do whenever the mood strikes and as a result my discomfort while standing has lessened. I timed myself while on my feet and was rather stunned by the result as I would have sworn that I had no back pain at all but in fact there is pain about 9-10 minutes after I stand, and it is a good five minutes or longer after that before my legs start to go numb. I notice the numbness but I'd been so busy with the doing of things (and the mind-ghosting refrain of "gotta hurry, gotta hurry") that I was never aware of the low back pain. People's advice was read and heeded. I've been using the handicapped tag for parking. I have to admit, I was very grateful for it at Whole Foods! We would have been parking in Outer Mongolia had I not that tag. (And our parking spot gave Bossman a chance to notice something I'd read about but he'd missed - the free electric car charging pole at the front of the store's parking lot.)
Our Youngest helped me put together a Lego kit. Or rather, he started one while I worked on another, as neither of us were interested in the Thanksgiving Day football game. It had sucked in Bossman and provided a in-chair nap excuse for Opi, so we were left with a wide empty table and a disinclination to continue playing games (we'd all played cards for a couple of hours). The haunted house kit isn't like other tall building kits. You can't build each floor separately and then put one on the other. So he started that while I hunkered down to build the little five building miniature street set. Oy, was that a pain in the patoot! Over 1300 pieces and none of them bigger than a two-point lego piece. Most were those tiny little 1/3 singles. I was impressed by the creator's ingenuity and completely cold to the end product. Mostly because I'd not really enjoyed making them. Taking over the haunted house after Shawn left made me much happier! (And the ladder to the attic is Da Bomb! So very cool! And yet, not so cool... I was missing pieces again. This time, instead of calling and getting a customer service rep who will merely make soothing noises at me, I'm moved to write a real, actual, paper letter of complaint.
