DDOL (and other goings on): New ankle weights.
It was a bit of a crazy day. I was worn out thanks to AxLita and Liam is just being a little pistol. He’s begun hanging on my leg when I’m working in the kitchen. He sort of grabs on to one side of me and he won’t let go. We shuffle around while he whines. (I’m hoping that it will take care of some of the cellulite that has appeared in the past year.)
I also had Jules here while Jen went to her dr. appt. She’s due in early Feb. and could pop that baby out anytime now! It seems like we just found out she was pregnant. They stayed through the afternoon and, because Jen is like my sister, I did manage to get the kitchen cleaned up and keep the laundry going. She got some bills paid and some packages wrapped for mailing as well. Ah, this exciting life I lead.
Aaron was also home from work and was putting out fires - literally and figuratively - this morning. He had to go over to his mother’s house after her housecleaner showed up at our house concerned about the thick black smoke emanating from their basement. She came over here (they live three blocks away as the crow flies) instead of calling the police because she knew it would be faster. She rocks. A went over there with her and determined that it was a self-cleaning oven gone badly. (As you know, A is good with the ovens.) He did some work from home and then left to go shopping and to a work party for everyone who is not a partner. He was gone the better part of the afternoon.
A pal of mine from ye olde college days was in town and she came to visit this evening. When she arrived, A and I were in the middle of making pasta for the first time EVER. She was quite patient with us as our attempted Italian-ness became the main topic of conversation. Regardless, it’s always good to see olde friends. You know, the kind you don’t have to worry about totally catching up with because even though you don’t talk that often, when you do talk, you really talk.
At any rate, after Lori left, the pasta took on a life of its own. We really did great with the pasta machine. We had that part down. Unfortunately, we placed the pasta too close together when we laid it out to dry and the pieces stuck to one another. So, our solution - instead of making new pasta - was to toss a little water on the partially dry, stuck together pasta and try to redo it. It worked eventually, but I strongly believe FSM was looking out for its own kind. (While FSM is generally considered to be enriched white flour spaghetti, it does not discriminate based on the color or type of pasta. This pasta in particular, was one lucky batch of whole wheat fettuccine.)
I don’t know how it will taste since we overworked the glutens, but we did accomplish our goal. We used the pasta machine that Neal and Ang got us as a wedding shower gift back in 2000. I was glad we got it in in ‘05.
One time every five years sounds so much better than once every six.
