Making: I bought some cotton from Joann’s back in December. It was the first trip I had made to Joann’s since Mom died, and I found cotton for the English Football clubs we support in our house. That is amazing, right?
Cooking: I made a french silk pie for NYE and it was amazing. I don’t think I remember this, but, french silk pie has raw eggs in it. Isn’t that nuts? It was so good. Also, I decided at Thanksgiving, that I am no longer going to be bullied by recipes calling for garbage pie crust. Honestly, everyone hates traditional pie crust; no one is brought to the pie plate with traditional pie crust. It is NO ONE’s favorite part of the pie. So, I am resolving to make pie crusts that either go with the pie or pie crusts that I like; which is to say, graham cracker pie crusts. I am all in on this for the rest of my life. Fight me.
(Turns out that this isn’t all that of an innovative idea, Ree Drummond (the Pioneer Woman) makes hers with a graham cracker crust. Which means that I am not, in fact, special.)
Sipping: Smoothies. Like everyone else back on their bullshit in January, I am trying to increase my fruit and veggie intake. I bought some special smoothie cups for Nico and me, but it turns out he doesn’t like smoothies that don’t taste like milkshakes. I *kinda* feel bad about blending them up at 630 in the morning, because my blender is hella loud and it takes a long time to get the job done. But when I let it blend to completion, they aren’t bad. Also, it lets me be super judgey… like, yeah, ya girl getting her spinach in, before you even woke up.
Reading: Not as many books in 2020. I went hard in the paint with books last year. At the expense of my Pocket App reading. Basically with Pocket, you can save articles on the internet to an app for reading later. Despite having thousands of articles saved, I haven’t done a very good job clearing them. So I need to take it down a notch with the books and kick it up on the articles I’m reading.
Looking: at all the single use plastics I use in my life. I mean, it won’t have THAT much of an impact in the grand scheme of things. The internet is full of think pieces about how we aren’t going to reuse, repurpose, and recycle our way out of our plastic problem. But I’m starting to feel that guilt that comes from purchases that come in plastic. Thinking about what it would take to change the WAY we buy stuff, reminds me how absolutely hopeless this feels. Things like contact solution. Sold in plastic bottles that are NOT refillable. Can you even imagine the kind of consumer model that would make it possible to have refillable contact solution solutions? Like you go to your no packaging store and get contact solution on tap, that you dispense straight into a reusable squeeze bottle? That would be cool. One thing I did find that might be a game changer for travel are these little squeeze bottles from REI:
Maybe that would at least eliminate the small travel bottles of contact solution I buy when I travel and don’t check a bag. That is probably going to solve the plastic problem, yes?
Listening: To Post Malone lately. I’d once heard that he makes music for people who are stressed, tired, hungover, and burned out. And honestly, I get it.
Wishing: I hadn’t screwed up the Etsy order for a custom cover for my Hobonichi planner. It was from a seller in China and I accidentally included the wrong zip code. Technically, the cover has been in Chicago for two weeks and I’m just hopelessly tracking it around the Chicagoland area’s different mail facilities. To be clear- I think it’s fair to assume that the city and the address are right. I mean, would it not make sense to try my address in Chicago? Getting real sick of your shit, USPS.
I do hope I get it… it’s a cloth cover of Van Gogh’s Starry Night and it has a PVC cover.
Watching: I finished the Anne of Green Gables reboot on Netflix. I was a little skeptical at first- this Anne was a spazz. But I got over that. I kind of thought of it as Anne of Green Gables in an alternate timeline- one where Anne and Gilbert look like kids, Matthew doesn’t die, and there are people of color in Canada.
Hoping: We’re hoping David Ross at the Cubs has a good season. While I am a huge David Ross fan, I am a little suspicious of the idea of making him manager. I mean, he has certainly played in enough clubs, with enough managers to have seen some really good management and some really bad management. I think when Joe Maddon was the coach of the Cubs, he benefitted immensely from David Ross; Joe could be the feel good, hippy guy, but David Ross could crack the whip. Rossey could have really high expectations for the guys and want them to do things the right way, so Joe could be chill. I just really hope that this doesn’t end up being a gimmick- mostly because David Ross is absolutely beloved by Chicago. I mean, he hit a 410 foot bomb to dead center in Game 7 of the World Series… and he is generally a nice guy. But, I AM spoiled; I want the Cubs in the series this year and every year.
Wearing: Before Thanksgiving, I bought a new pair of warm-up pants. My go-to pants for coaching and playing outdoor games has been a pair of black Under Armour sweats. They did, at one point, have elastic in the ankle cuffs, but I cut that out. They were so comfortable, but had the effect of making me look schlumpy. If that is even possible (spoiler: it isn’t hard). I bought a pair of tapered warm-up pants from Target that are my jam. I am basically living in these…its great, TBH.
Noticing: my face a lot lately. I can’t describe it- maybe it’s my age (40). Or just how I feel about my life. But I feel like my face makes me look older than I am. Maybe this is just my reality now: dry, pasty skin, dark circles, constantly broken out. In all honesty, all the ads I see on social for Curology, Thrive Cosmetics, etc. are very apropos.
Sorting: One of my goals this year is to go through my craft closet. Seriously. I need to. Think Monica’s closet:
TBH, I feel really good about the fact that when we lived in North Park, I had a 10 by 20 foot space that we called “The Girl Cave”, and I have managed to fit all this stuff into essentially a coat closet. But its such a nightmare to get stuff in and out of it, that I don’t. So, I don’t do a lot of crafting anymore, even when I have the time to do it.
Saving: his past holiday season was, in a word, annoying. A combination of stress and work resulted in there being nothing left at the end of the year. I need to do a little better not running out of steam in November. It would be useful to think about Christmas earlier in the year and not be surprised by it, so I have the money, time, energy to do Christmas the way I want to. Also, for all intents and purposes, I should not be leaning into the period between Thanksgiving and Christmas. That should be wind it down time, not kick this year in the face time.
Coveting: A house. So badly. Words cannot describe how ready I am to NOT be renting anymore. I need more space… I realized this week that when you live in a small space, you absolutely must spend time and energy putting stuff away because if you don’t your space just gets messy and the messiness of a space can be draining.
Feeling: I feel really squirrely on Sunday nights. This is likely due to the combination of adderall and pre-workout, combined with the adrenaline from playing in games late(ish). But lately, it seems that I can’t shut it down. So I come home from my games and am basically up all night. At some point, I ought to just make hay out of that… and decide that is when I am going to work on papers, read articles, etc.