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I spent a delightful half an hour last night reading this wonderful article about Paris in my Conde Nast Traveler. You might especially enjoy this, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emmabovary, as it's written from the perspective of an American who lives in Paris.
http://www.concierge.com/cntraveler/articles/500471
This article really made me wish that I had appreciated Paris more when I was there. And it most certainly made me miss traveling and writing. Such a well-written and evocative piece.
But anyway...back to reality.
I have a sore throat, which probably means the plague is upon me. And it's not a great week for that. It's quarter end and it's one of our blackout periods at work, which means nobody takes time off for anything. Guess I'll just have to suck it up, like I do with most things in life anymore.
Traffic was a total nightmare during the evening commute, so I was late getting home. It's both a good thing and a bad thing that I decided to use the crockpot today. Good because dinner was mostly ready, bad because the meat had been in the crockpot too long. I put in a pork tenderloin this morning. I sprinkled a packet of Lipton Onion Soup mix over it. Added about half a cup of water and a generous glug of balsamic and called it good. I had Lance switch the setting around 4:30 so the crock was only keeping the meat warm, and not cooking it. But it stayed that way for an hour and a half until we ate.
Still...the meat was incredibly juicy and tender and got a lot of flavor from the onion soup mix. I think I will make it that way again. I just made some spanish rice and corn to go with it, and dinner was done. In hindsight though, I wish I had done wild rice instead. I didn't really care much for the spanish rice.
So we're good on leftovers for a few days. Lance made baked spaghetti for me on Saturday night, so we still have plenty of that, in addition to what's left of the pork.
My knee still hurts a lot. I go back to the doc on April 17th, so I'm definitely going to say something and try to get a referral and get an MRI done on it. The pain alternates between my right knee and my left, and it seems rather illogical to me that this would be runner's knee...because shouldn't that mostly be in one knee? People generally don't get tennis elbow in both elbows, do they? And I know that my carpal tunnel is much worse in one hand than it is in the other. Which is why I'm still convinced that this is actually arthritis. I am guessing that my age is the reason why I'm not being taken seriously about this. But the pain is not just in my knees. I have it in my toes too. Every time I bend my toes, it hurts.
It hasn't been a terribly productive evening for me. I had planned to vacuum, but that didn't get done. I was going to peruse the freelance job boards, but I didn't get that done either. Instead, I watched Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations," which was in Greece tonight, and kicking myself for never going there. If I can't actually travel right now, I guess I'll live vicariously through him.
I guess I should read now and try and wind down for the night. I have to get up early tomorrow to take Reece to day camp. I'm reading Tracy Chevalier's Burning Bright, which I am enjoying immensely, but it's not quite as good as some of her previous novels. But perhaps that's more of a subject matter issue. I've never been terribly captivated by William Blake the way that I'm captivated by the works of Johannes Vermeer. And that's why I think I like Girl With a Pearl Earring best of all.
I could really do with some lemon tea right now. For my throat. But I don't want to be up all night running to the bathroom, because lack of sleep certainly won't help with the sore throat. It sucks having a sore throat when your entire job depends upon you talking to people on the phone all day.
emmabovary, as it's written from the perspective of an American who lives in Paris.http://www.concierge.com/cntraveler/articles/500471
This article really made me wish that I had appreciated Paris more when I was there. And it most certainly made me miss traveling and writing. Such a well-written and evocative piece.
But anyway...back to reality.
I have a sore throat, which probably means the plague is upon me. And it's not a great week for that. It's quarter end and it's one of our blackout periods at work, which means nobody takes time off for anything. Guess I'll just have to suck it up, like I do with most things in life anymore.
Traffic was a total nightmare during the evening commute, so I was late getting home. It's both a good thing and a bad thing that I decided to use the crockpot today. Good because dinner was mostly ready, bad because the meat had been in the crockpot too long. I put in a pork tenderloin this morning. I sprinkled a packet of Lipton Onion Soup mix over it. Added about half a cup of water and a generous glug of balsamic and called it good. I had Lance switch the setting around 4:30 so the crock was only keeping the meat warm, and not cooking it. But it stayed that way for an hour and a half until we ate.
Still...the meat was incredibly juicy and tender and got a lot of flavor from the onion soup mix. I think I will make it that way again. I just made some spanish rice and corn to go with it, and dinner was done. In hindsight though, I wish I had done wild rice instead. I didn't really care much for the spanish rice.
So we're good on leftovers for a few days. Lance made baked spaghetti for me on Saturday night, so we still have plenty of that, in addition to what's left of the pork.
My knee still hurts a lot. I go back to the doc on April 17th, so I'm definitely going to say something and try to get a referral and get an MRI done on it. The pain alternates between my right knee and my left, and it seems rather illogical to me that this would be runner's knee...because shouldn't that mostly be in one knee? People generally don't get tennis elbow in both elbows, do they? And I know that my carpal tunnel is much worse in one hand than it is in the other. Which is why I'm still convinced that this is actually arthritis. I am guessing that my age is the reason why I'm not being taken seriously about this. But the pain is not just in my knees. I have it in my toes too. Every time I bend my toes, it hurts.
It hasn't been a terribly productive evening for me. I had planned to vacuum, but that didn't get done. I was going to peruse the freelance job boards, but I didn't get that done either. Instead, I watched Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations," which was in Greece tonight, and kicking myself for never going there. If I can't actually travel right now, I guess I'll live vicariously through him.
I guess I should read now and try and wind down for the night. I have to get up early tomorrow to take Reece to day camp. I'm reading Tracy Chevalier's Burning Bright, which I am enjoying immensely, but it's not quite as good as some of her previous novels. But perhaps that's more of a subject matter issue. I've never been terribly captivated by William Blake the way that I'm captivated by the works of Johannes Vermeer. And that's why I think I like Girl With a Pearl Earring best of all.
I could really do with some lemon tea right now. For my throat. But I don't want to be up all night running to the bathroom, because lack of sleep certainly won't help with the sore throat. It sucks having a sore throat when your entire job depends upon you talking to people on the phone all day.