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Jan. 10th, 2007 06:00 pmThe snow is falling like crazy, and from inside the call center it looks like a story book. From th inside of my car, I'm sure it will look like a nightmare, but what will happen will happen, and there's no use in me freaking out about it now. I do wish I was at home, watching the cats watch the snow fall, and eating a hot bowl of split pea soup. It turns out that two pounds of split peas makes a whole bunch of soup, by the way... this was my first attempt at split pea soup, and I have to say it's tastier than what my mom used to serve. I just made stock with the ham bone and some veggies and aromatics, took the bone out, threw the peas in, cooked 'em till they were done, and hit it with the stick blender. Then I trimmed the meat off the hambone, chopped it, and threw it in. I think maybe making the stock with a light beer next time would maybe improve the flavor, but altogether it was really good this way. I was lazy, though... I bought bread instead of baking it.
I bought a magic eraser! It's so rad, it even takes the soot marks off the wall above my baseboards. I'm gonna go home and clean walls tonight! Well, I'm going to clean the rooms first of course, but I'm hoping to get the kitchen and bathroom all the way done tonight. Then I have a couple of days to get the livingroom done. And I can start cleaning the walls in the second bedroom... maybe I won't need to repaint after all! Soon it will be habitable.
I've been thinking a lot about dad. It's a rough time of year for me, especially as we get further into the year and closer to the anniversary of his death. He and I had so much more in common than mom and I do, and I feel like there was a lot left that he needed to teach me and now I'll never get that. I wish, like I wish a hundred times, that I'd listened to him better when he told me stories about his youth and my ancestors. Maybe he came to the parenting game late enough in life that he left the job half-done. I do remember his kindness and his gentleness, his pride. My dad was many things, a rebel, a hard worker, a boss, a military man... but when I asked him what job he liked best, he told me, "being a dad," and so that's how I think of him above all else. Sometimes I still need him, and I always, always miss him.
I bought a magic eraser! It's so rad, it even takes the soot marks off the wall above my baseboards. I'm gonna go home and clean walls tonight! Well, I'm going to clean the rooms first of course, but I'm hoping to get the kitchen and bathroom all the way done tonight. Then I have a couple of days to get the livingroom done. And I can start cleaning the walls in the second bedroom... maybe I won't need to repaint after all! Soon it will be habitable.
I've been thinking a lot about dad. It's a rough time of year for me, especially as we get further into the year and closer to the anniversary of his death. He and I had so much more in common than mom and I do, and I feel like there was a lot left that he needed to teach me and now I'll never get that. I wish, like I wish a hundred times, that I'd listened to him better when he told me stories about his youth and my ancestors. Maybe he came to the parenting game late enough in life that he left the job half-done. I do remember his kindness and his gentleness, his pride. My dad was many things, a rebel, a hard worker, a boss, a military man... but when I asked him what job he liked best, he told me, "being a dad," and so that's how I think of him above all else. Sometimes I still need him, and I always, always miss him.
