prosodic: (oh hai - Reece)
Since the weather was so nice today, we decided to take the dogs to Grandview Dog Park. Blitz has only ever been there once, shortly after we got him, and we didn't trust him enough then to let him go off leash. Compared to the other dog parks we've been to, Grandview is massive, so we were a little nervous, but Blitz was fantastic. He never wandered too far from where we were, and he came back almost every time we called him (when he didn't come, it was usually because he was distracted by something).

He and Reece got some great play time.



They ran into two college students who work at Petsmart (I've never seen them before, so I assume they work in the back where the kennels are). Reece and Blitz were excited to see them, and imagine my surprise when they started calling Reece and Blitz by name. But then they explained where they work.

It was a nice time. We're due for more rain for the foreseeable future, so I'm glad we got out today. Reece was so happy when we came to Grandview. It's been almost a year and a half since she was last there.

They've been tired since we got back. It's been a peaceful evening. :)
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"Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast." - William Shakespeare (The Comedy of Errors)

It was nice to wake up (early, thanks dogs) to the realization that I did most of the grunt work yesterday. In about 45 minutes, I'll get started on the scalloped corn, which has to bake at 325 degrees. I'll take that out, turn the heat up to 350, and roast the tenderloin for an hour or so. Then I'll take that out, turn up the heat to 375, and finish off the mushrooms that must start roasting while the turkey is still in the oven.

And then I'll also need to reheat the scalloped corn, make the stuffing, and warm up the gravy (from a jar, since I doubt I'll get any juices from the turkey tenderloin).

The mashed potatoes are reheating in the slow cooker right now. Because I *HAVE* to incorporate my slow cooker into Thanksgiving. I have never had a Thanksgiving without it. :)

It's been a fairly leisurely morning. Had a light breakfast, as I usually do on Thanksgiving: a couple slices of cranberry bread, vanilla yogurt, and coffee. Made phone calls and texted Thanksgiving greetings. Watched A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.

This has been the worst year of my life. But today, I'm thankful that this year is coming to an end, and it's ending better than it started. I'm thankful for what's ahead in 2012. I'm thankful for every single friend who supported me through all the highs and lows this year. I'm thankful for the closeness of my family. And I'm thankful that Lance and I are fighting through all of life's difficulties together.

Also, I'm thankful my dogs are so cute, so I can't get too mad about them getting me up so early every morning. :)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!!
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I'm kind of freaking out about tomorrow, suddenly fearing that I don't actually have enough food. Which is ridiculous, because I've always gotten too much food in previous years, and I suspect I finally got just the right amount this time.

There will be no shortage of desserts anyway. So even if we run out of everything else, THERE WILL BE DESSERT.

I have cranberry bread in the oven right now. I have meatballs and turkey cocktail smokies in the slow cooker. Lance and I will eat those tonight with a Pillsbury French Loaf, crackers, and cheese. I intend to reheat the leftovers for tomorrow night's post-feast nibbling, and even if I run out of those, I have a back-up package of chicken smokies in the freezer. And I have crescent rolls. I could make tiny pigs (or chicks) in a blanket. HAHA.

So yes...no need to fear. We have PLENTY.

I think the sudden panic came from opening up the fridge and seeing the pumpkin roll and the turkey tenderloin side-by-side. And the pumpkin roll is BIGGER. No kidding. But yes, I have enough turkey for 3 people. There may be some leftovers and there may not. But there's enough for the main meal and that's what matters.

I'm still trying to decide if I want buttered corn or something a little fancier (and therefore, more fattening). I was going to do a creamy corn by stirring some chive and onion cream cheese into it, but then I realized that Lance probably wouldn't like it that way, since he's not a fan of flavored cream cheese (unless it's strawberry). Then I tried to look up some sort of scalloped corn recipe that uses ingredients I already have. I think I found one. But maybe I should just keep it simple and not create more work for myself. But hmmmm...I am intrigued by scalloped corn. I always had green bean casserole (and I guess Lance did too), and last year, I think I just did some simple balsamic carrots. But this year, I want corn.

I'll figure it out. Nothing I'm cooking is complicated anyway, so if I find a recipe for scalloped corn that doesn't require me to run out to the store, I might as well just do it.

I should chill some Chardonnay for tonight. I'll be using it for the roasted baby bella mushrooms tomorrow anyway.

Well, I just finished up lunch, so I guess I better get some work done this afternoon. Maybe I should wait for the bread to finish first.
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Lance is getting my old computer ready to give to his mom, which means he has to wipe the hard drive. Which means I had to get the files that I wanted off of it.

So I'm looking through old pictures.

I found one that I really like...the light in it is pretty amazing, I think. I'm pretty sure that's what I was trying to capture when I took it.

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The house is starting to get clean. And I found that listening to the Michael Buble channel on Pandora helps me with that. Don't ask me why. I felt compelled to listen to his music (which I enjoy when I hear it on the radio, but never beyond that before), and Pandora threw in some Sinatra and Dean Martin. And it was all very happy-making. And the cleaning got done.

And I'm feeling pretty good today. No shoulder soreness/discomfort like yesterday. I took a nap this afternoon, which I needed on account of the dogs always waking me up so early in the morning.

Looking forward to Thursday. Tomorrow, I have a bit more cleaning, and I have to bake a loaf of cranberry bread. I have no plans to go anywhere, so I suspect that tomorrow will be much like today. Only tomorrow's dinner may be better. I made tuna and noodles for dinner this evening, and it was pretty bland. To be honest, I was craving a huge, steaming bowl of bibimbap from Chopstick Teriyaki. I really should go back there and get some before we leave. That's the perfect dish for nasty weather like what we had today.
prosodic: (Waterhouse2)
After cleaning up leaves yesterday and hauling heavy bags of groceries today (including the turkey I dropped off at the food bank), my shoulder aches. I overdid things. I hurt to the point where I haven't done as much as I wanted to today. And I was anxious to start prepping things tonight for Thanksgiving, but I no longer even feel like doing that now.

Lance had a short day at work. He came home around 12:30 with about 2/3 of the apple pie I baked yesterday and the entire tub of Cool Whip (and I just bought another tub this morning, not expecting him to bring any back). So I had myself a little bit of pie with Cool Whip while he changed clothes to go to some going-away party. He was home before 3. He forgot to bring home my pie server, so hopefully he'll remember to bring that back tomorrow.

At least I got some things accomplished today. I shredded a bunch of documents. I recycled a bunch of old magazines that were piling up. I ran my turkey delivery/grocery shopping errands, which also included a stop at my salon to get my bangs trimmed. I also got in a workout this morning.

But as far as actual moving-related tasks - nada. Just ran out of steam. I had to sit on the couch for awhile with a heating pad on my shoulder.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
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I had a morning of baking (and I started laundry, too), but the afternoon was for yard work. Lance did most of it, since my shoulder's still not entirely healed, but I felt strong enough to help him with the leaves. The windstorm we had a few days ago dumped a bunch of leaves all over our front and back yard, so Lance blew the leaves into piles with the leaf blower and I picked them up and put them in the yard waste bin. I was outside for almost an hour.

It was kind of chilly - upper 30s. But the longer I worked, the warmer I got. I have to say that my shoulder hurts more now that I'm inside. I hope it doesn't get any worse. I felt like I could handle it.

I'm making tacos for dinner tonight. I decided on this a bit late, so the beef will mostly be frozen, but it wouldn't be the first time I made something with frozen ground beef. It'll thaw out once I put it in the pan.

There's a good possibility we'll wake up to snow tomorrow. That might cause some traffic issues, but Lance said it should be warm enough by 9 AM or so to switch to rain. And then it would be a bit safer for me to go out. Because I need to deliver the turkey to the food pantry tomorrow and then go to the grocery store to pick up some things. I should stop by my salon and get my bangs trimmed too, although I'm actually almost due for a haircut. But that can wait a little longer.

It's going to be strange to wake up in the morning and not have any editing to think about. Instead, I have spreadsheets to think about...I need to start the list making for our move. Titles of movies and books we own. Descriptions of electronics with serial numbers. I also have some house cleaning to do.

I think I'm mostly done working for today, with the exception of cooking dinner and cleaning up after that. And I want to tackle some of the paper pile that needs shredding.
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Today, we took a road trip mostly just to get a feel for Snoqualmie Pass, since we're driving over it in January. And so the dogs can get used to long distance travel in the Subaru.

The pass wasn't too bad. There was a lot of snow, but the roads were clear in most places.

Our destination was Ginkgo Petrified Forest State Park, but we didn't stay there long. The interpretive center was closed and not a soul was around.

I couldn't leave without seeing the petroglyphs, though. Those were cool.



The dogs didn't really like being in the snow. I think we were there maybe 15 minutes total, then we drive a few miles to another state park. Dead there too. We didn't even get out of the car.

And that was it. We turned around and headed back home.

I have some other pictures, but I'm not sure they turned out. It was snowing pretty heavily and it was foggy over the Columbia River. I'll look at them tomorrow. I'm beat. And Lance was the one who did the driving. I guess I didn't sleep enough last night, but long trips also wear me out. And our days on the road when we move will be even longer than this.
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I am somewhat inebriated after 2 glasses of Gewurztraminer. Lucky me...I still have impeccable spelling. HAHA.

But yes, this is my celebratory "I'm moving on to bigger and better things" toast to myself that I'm having right now.

I spent my afternoon watching Gosford Park. Kind of confusing movie. Too many things going on at once. But somehow, I liked it. I would watch it again. It might even make more sense the next time.

Anyway, allow me to write about the good that came from working with Remilon.

I learned that I can combine my writing and editing skills with my teaching background (in a way that does not involve teaching, I mean). I guess I never thought about it before I worked for Remilon, but there are people who write and edit for the education market. And it is something that can make a difference. And I like doing it. And I like doing something that can make a difference. And working for Remilon has taught me that writing for the education market is something I want to do with my life. It's something important. It's something worthwhile.

So, there is that. And I think D.C. has the potential to provide a lot of opportunities in education writing.
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So...I now have this massive turkey in my freezer. And I'm grateful for the gift. I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed right now because I've never cooked a whole turkey. I'm used to cooking for small groups of people. We have always gotten by with a turkey breast.

I left a note to put it out to thaw starting on Sunday. It's supposed to take four days, but I want to give it a bit of extra time.

I think I want to do something very basic this year. Something that's hard to screw up.

How are the roasting bags? Have any of you ever used them? This recipe looks pretty straightforward. I have everything I need already, except for the roasting bag.

http://www.ovenbags.com/RDetails.aspx?id=1072&cat=4

Honestly, I'm not interested in brining. I wanted a simple, no-fuss Thanksgiving this year - which is why I bought a tenderloin initially - and I don't really have anything to brine a turkey in.

So I'll do the best I can with this.

I wonder if I can actually return the turkey tenderloin that we're now not going to use. I should see if we still have the receipt.
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Made Grandma's beef and noodles tonight. It's a nostalgia thing. I grew up on her beef and noodles and nothing pleased me more than to come for a visit and have her fix them for supper.

Simple recipe. You mix cooked egg noodles, a 12 oz. can of roast beef with gravy (I used Hormel), and a can of cream of mushroom soup. Sour cream is optional (and I would've added some, if I had it). I'm discovering now just how simple many of her recipes are. I added some onion powder and fresh cracked pepper, but I used the low sodium soup, and I could've added some salt. She always served biscuits with beef and noodles, but I made crescent rolls.

Hit the spot. Lance just ate some leftover pizza, but there are plenty of noodles left for him to eat for dinner tomorrow.

***


I now have a pair of appropriate and practical winter boots. And of course, I bought a new winter coat a few weeks back. Now I just need a good pair of Thinsulate gloves (I was looking at some at Target today - going to ask for them for Christmas), some extra thick socks (to wear with said boots), and a Thinsulate headband (I don't like hats too much), and I'll be good to go. I have a lot of knitwear, which is fine for when it's chilly. But when it's super cold, I want something a bit warmer.

***


Once I'm totally unemployed in a few days (or, to be more precise, employed in the task of moving), I'll have a chance to get caught up on movies when I'm taking a break from doing inventories and sorting through things. I checked this morning, and Netflix actually has Gosford Park. Being the obsessed Downton Abbey fan that I am, I really should watch it, because Julian Fellowes wrote both and the fabulous Maggie Smith stars in both. And there are a lot if similarities between the two. I think I'll do this on Monday during the day, because I want a few days to relax before things start to get super hectic after Thanksgiving.
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As of today, the date's been set.

We pack out on December 28th. Two days later, the movers come to pick up all the boxes. Between now and then, we have a MASSIVE to-do list. And with each passing day, my physical symptoms of stress get worse: muscle fatigue and soreness, extreme tiredness, stomach pains. It's like having the flu, but without the fever, congestion, sneezing and coughing. Everything else is there.

At least I'm mostly recovered from my shoulder sprain, but I currently have a lot of pain around my neck and shoulder blades. That is definitely stress-related. I always get what the doctor calls "cervical strain" when I'm in extremely tense situations. And I think this would qualify.

I just hope I can relax a little around Thanksgiving. A day or two for the soreness to ease a bit...to feel just a little less tired...that would be so nice.

I suspect it'll be another early night tonight. I think 10-15 minutes from now, I want to be relaxing in bed with a book. That's how I spend most of my evenings now. It's really the only time I feel relatively relaxed.
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There is snow in the mountain passes today. On Twitter, I've seen posts about accidents and spinouts and jackknifed semis on Snoqualmie Pass. Of course, this is the EXACT route we're taking when we leave Seattle in 8 weeks, and even with traction tires and snow chains, we can't be guaranteed of total safety. It's the other drivers that worry me, and it's obvious from all the problems today that people still drive carelessly in bad weather.

Frankly, this is the part about moving that scares me the most. Well, it's the only part that really scares me, honestly. If only we could be making this drive any other time of year, but it's not possible.

But that's two months from now. I'll try not to worry about it until we leave. For now, I'm going to try to focus on the upcoming holidays and all the tasks that need to be completed before the movers get here.

Speaking of holidays - Thanksgiving is in 10 days. It's always been my favorite holiday. I'm anxious to start cooking already. It's too early yet, of course, but I'll probably start my food prep next Tuesday. I usually make the cranberry sauce a couple days in advance. This year is a bit of a bittersweet holiday for me, for more than one reason. I keep thinking that next year, I should be able to get home to Ohio. We'll be so much closer, and I'll be there for more holidays...more special occasions. That might very well be the best thing about moving.
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It depends. I love travel memoirs, history books and historical fiction just about equally. So I guess the best way to answer this is to say that my preference depends on my mood. If I want something a bit more leisurely, I reach for fiction. If I want to read something a bit more educational, I'll dive into non-fiction.

Right now, I'm on a bit of a fiction kick. I'm reading something that's a bit fluffier than my usual fare: Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict by Laurie Viera Rigler. I tend to choose fiction when I'm dealing with a particularly stressful time in my life. Non-fiction, at least sometimes, can be pretty brainy stuff, and I tend to enjoy that more when things are a bit calmer and I have the energy to delve into it and think about it.
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I'm copping out of a NaBloPoMo post on LJ today.

Instead, I'll link to a post I made on my other blog. My much more interesting blog with fewer posts...

http://itinerantwriter.blogspot.com/2011/11/dungeness-recreation-area-and-port.html
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It's felt like a really long day. Maybe because I'm so excited about going to Sequim tomorrow.

I'm still having issues with my shoulder. My left shoulder is now sore because I'm compensating for the weakness in my right shoulder. And I have some muscle soreness in my right shoulder too, around my shoulder blade. I suppose all I can do is put a warm rice sock on it and hope that eases the discomfort somewhat. It's forcing me to take the Vicodin at night, even though I'd hoped to stop taking it by now.

It's been a pretty quiet day. After being out late this morning/early this afternoon, I had my pajamas on by 3 PM. I drank hot tea and did some work. I hope to have another work session tonight. I'm woefully behind on hours this pay period, but I needed a few days to rest and recover. It helped a lot. I'm only working in a limited capacity now until the pain and discomfort is mostly gone.

According to Lance, we have 59 days until we move.

So...I bought this for our Thanksgiving turkey:
http://www.jennieo.com/products/107-Savory-Roast-Turkey-Breast-Tenderloin

And it's already pre-seasoned, but I have a feeling that it's still kind of bland. Any suggestions how I might jazz it up before I put it in the oven? I'm so used to making bone-in turkey breasts with skin, and they get all golden and crispy in the oven. This won't be like that at all. But I personally eat my turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy all mixed up together anyway, so I don't really know what difference it makes.

Tonight for dinner, I marinated some chicken breast fillets in Greek vinaigrette - something I need to use up before we leave. Before I put them in the oven, I sprinkled them with parmesan cheese. They turned out ok. I made a creamy rice dish on the side, a fake risotto with long-grain white rice, chicken broth, garlic, parmesan cheese, and peas. Not a bad dinner, but to be honest, I'm a bit bored with chicken.
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Last night, actually. I was lying in bed, awake, reflecting on this year. This has been one of the worst years of my life, if not the worst. And we're two weeks from Thanksgiving, which has always been a huge deal in my family. So I started thinking about family and what we lost this year when Grandma passed away. We didn't just lose her, but we lost her house (where I made some of the most significant memories of my life), our traditions, the very backbone of our family. The loss is immeasurable, and it seems to resonate more at particular times of the year. I'm missing her more and more as we get closer to the holiday season, knowing I can't just call her on a whim, yet aching so much to talk to her, to hear her voice.

It was around this time last year - maybe closer to the end of November - that Mom started telling me of her suspicions that something was wrong with Grandma. In December of last year, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. But then, of course, it was in January when the brain tumor was discovered and we realized that it wasn't Alzheimer's after all. You know it's a horrible situation when cancer is the lesser of two evils, even if it's terminal cancer. It was close to this time last year that my life changed...when I realized that she was slipping away. It was February when we lost her. Nine months ago. There was only a three month time period (or maybe not even quite that long) between the time we knew something was wrong and the time she was gone - not enough time to accept and process. And now it's been nine months since she's been gone, and in some ways, I still haven't processed it.

So yes, I cried last night as I reflected on all of this. How different things were a year ago! This time last year, my days of blissful ignorance about her condition were coming to a close, and life would never be the same after I knew.
prosodic: (Waterhouse)
The good news is, the range of motion in my shoulder is much improved today.

The bad news is, I spent a great deal of the afternoon sick to my stomach.

It seems I can't be totally well. But this is a stressful time, so it seems only natural that I'd have a physical reaction to all the stress.

Well, and I ate chocolate-covered coffee beans, which is what triggered my stomachache in the first place.

Around 4, my stomach started growling, so I tested it out by eating a Nutrigrain bar. I actually felt better. So I decided to go ahead and make dinner. I already had chili defrosting, so I just put that on the stove, made some seashell pasta, baked some cornbread muffins and had chili mac for dinner. And I feel completely better now. Thankfully, the nausea was short-lived.

I think I'm still going to take Vicodin at night for the time being. When I toss and turn in bed, I sometimes get a painful twinge in my shoulder. I can be super careful during the day, because I know what specific movements cause pain. I'm trying to stretch that shoulder as much as possible and keep it as limber as possible, and it's helping. I'm just being careful not to re-injure it.
prosodic: (Pike Place)
As we reach the two month mark (tomorrow) for leaving the Seattle area, I'm finally starting to find some acceptance with everything that went wrong here, knowing that there's a lesson in it for me at some point. I mean, some huge lesson that will become clear and relevant to me later on in my life. I've already learned some smaller lessons.

For example, I was reminded again that I need to stop making people a priority in my life when they don't return the favor. Quite simply, some friendships are meant to last forever. Most aren't. And I have a tendency to try to hang on to something that has obviously run its course. In the long run, that results in more pain and heartbreak for me, and I bring that on myself. So now, if I watch a friendship slip away and I know I'm not the one responsible for that happening, I'll just let it go. If there are two of us responsible for that happening and my efforts to fix it haven't done any good, I'll let it go. It hurts less in the long run to just cut my losses and move on as soon as possible, rather than nursing some futile hope that this person will come around and want me back into their life again.

I'm learning about what matters and WHO matters. I'm about to leave a place where there are a bunch of people who showed me that I didn't matter - or only that I mattered for a short time. Although to be fair, there are people here who have also shown me that I matter a great deal, and they'll be sorry when I'm gone. And I'm thankful for those friends. Those are the friendships I'll continue to nurture after I leave. To those friends, I don't say goodbye. I just say, "See you later!"

In two months, I'm going to a place where there are already a bunch of people who have shown me for years - even with miles between us - that I DO matter. I feel so much optimism about this move, because I can't be a stranger in a strange land when I'm among friends. Let's just say that emotionally, I have taken my leave of Seattle. My heart and mind are already in D.C. I'm making plans with my friends there already and I have no doubt that living there will enrich my life in so many more ways than living here ever did.

It's funny, but four years ago when we were getting ready to move here, people kept telling me that I would feel at home in Seattle. And maybe I did. For a time. But now, I feel like D.C. is a homecoming of sorts for me. Because there are people waiting for me there and looking forward to my arrival. There is a life awaiting me there. And I feel like I'm already a part of things, even though I'm physically not there yet. I never had that feeling coming here. It makes a huge difference. I feel it in my bones - I'm going to love D.C. I might not love everything about it (in fact, I already suspect I'll hate the traffic), but I do think I'll feel much more at home there than I ever felt here.
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I realized that I haven't made a public post for NaBloPoMo yet today. So while I'm sitting here with my Spongebob ice pack on my shoulder, I guess I should update.

How does one work out with a sprained shoulder? I mean, I feel entirely fine from the waist down, but it is awfully difficult to work out when all the workouts I do involve the use of my arms. I don't even have a treadmill. If I did, it would be easy. I could just walk on the treadmill - problem solved. I would have a handrail to hold on to with my left arm. If I try to do one of my current workouts without using my right arm, I think I'd lose my balance.

Suggestions?

Walking outside isn't really an option. Gross weather.

This is a lame NaBloPoMo post, but I'm in too much pain to do much today.

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