State of the Deirdra
Good Stuff
- Anusara Immersion: Bhagavad Gita studies, plus Tattvas next time around.
- Square Foot Garden: commence! I have 21 plots of forthcoming tastiness, including lots of basil, tomatoes, and chili peppers. Basils, tomatoes and chili peppers rule my summery world. I recently purchased some lovely heirloom tomatoes for eating, and I hoarded the seeds. Since I don’t know the varieties, I named them for fun: Rhumba Panties! Tangerine Coinpurse! Sneaky Stoplight!! I have crazy happy Rainbow Lights Chard, spicy Mesclun mix and wintry squash seeds for later. Loving husband wandered endlessly around stores at my whim, and then braved the sun while using power tools. Yay, loving husband!!
- Friday was fixed on, er, Friday. She has been extraordinarily sweet-natured to us since.
- Teaching Yoga: I taught my first studio class in a million years last Thursday. I’ve been meaning to post about it thoroughly, but I’m facing the sudden and pressing reality that I am teaching THREE classes in the first week of June. If you were coming to my class, what would you want to do?
- My sister’s tenth birthday is in a week. We’re trying to make it pretty special for her. She’ll be spending the summer in Florida, and I hope it’ll be completely awesome.
Bad Stuff
- Steroid shot for crazy flare. Steroid + weekly immune suppressants = double suck.
- The dogs fought last Saturday, and Matthew and I were caught in the crossfire. M. got bitten once, and I got two nasty puncture wounds. We went ballistic and tried to cleanse the wounds of the contagion. Matthew’s was great!
- My left hand swelled up like a balloon. No, seriously. It was so bad that when I was sitting in the doctor’s office, I was quietly chanting Don’t pop… Don’t pop… Don’t pop…
- Antibiotics that make me delirious and sweaty + Antibiotic Shot + steroid shot + weekly immune suppressants = Ridiculous crazy quadruple suck.
- Friday has Evil Tail Syndrome. Seriously. I wish I was kidding, but for the last few months, at least daily, she freaks out, attacks her tail viciously, screams in pain and does it again. It’s very disturbing. Anyone else out there with a completely neurotic animal who thinks its tail is out to do them harm?
- Yoga really sucks when you are having to hold awesome ever-improving alignment without using the two outer left ball mounts/fingers.
Sleep now.
Filed under domestic, food, general, health, love | Comment (0)Tattoo + Jasmine Green Tea shortbread
Last night, I made a variation of Habeas Brulee’s Tea Cookies. Instead of the oolong she used, I went with jasmine green tea. I also used orange flower-scented sugar to coat the cookies, because I love flowers in food. My miniature citrus plants are blooming for the very first time (they’re about four years old now!) and the smell is lovely. The resulting cookies were well-balanced, not too sweet, and fragrant without any cloying overtones. I’d love to make these with my Margo-inspired Madge Shelton tea (black tea spiked with rose, spearmint and pink peppercorn).
I’ll be taking a baker’s dozen to the Ink Spot this evening. We’ll be working on the rose and the poppy this time, which will round out the largest components of the design. The rose is a Handel, one of my mother’s favorite flowers. She grew one next to our front door, untrellised, and the carnivorous beast used to demand blood toll from nearly every visitor. I can’t tell you how many times that damned rose stabbed me in the left arm growing up, so this seems like fitting tribute. I planted poppies in our garden when we were still considering a backyard wedding, hoping for a sea of orange and red. They were a prominent motif on our wedblog (along with ginkgo), and I used them in my bouquet for our cheesy awesome Vegas wedding.
All of these pieces of my life are beautiful, especially together.
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We actually have power and intarwebz.
Here’s what happened in our neighborhood. Most of the trees around here start branching out well over the tops of our houses, so a lot of these pictures don’t accurately portray the soul-crippling magnitude of these downed limbs.
http://picasaweb.google.com/birdofparadox/TornadoApril42008
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