There was a time when my daughter stop and pick flowers for me anytime we walked past some. As she grows, she does this less and less. This picture was taken a couple weeks ago in Rowlett, Texas. It was a sad trip, but she managed to find happy little moments and share them with me.
When are you most at peace?
This is a better prompt.
Maybe I should mention where the daily prompts are coming from and what I plan to…oh who am I kidding? I’m not planning anything. However, I am hoping the daily prompts that I’m getting from Day One continue to inspire me to write a bit. The only goal I have for the blog is to be continuous and avoid year long gaps between entries. Not every entry in Day One will make it to WordPress, but I intend to write more often. It helps to get out a stream of consciousness once in a while.
So when am I most at peace? The first thing that comes to mind is my bed, napping with my cat. Fry, named after the orange haired lead of Futurama, isn’t known for being cuddly. For a long time my family didn’t believe that he purred because he only did it at bedtime. He purrs a lot more freely now, but my daughter is still caught by surprise when he hops up on her bed and starts rumbling next to her. She tells me he doesn’t like her, but he spends most days in her room while we are at work or school. Firstthing in the morning he is pawing at her door, asking to be let in. He doesn’t always want to be held, but I know he loves her. And if she would quit ruffling his fur, he would probably nap with her too.
Cat naps are the best! When I’m feeling down, I crawl into bed and my cat follows. I wrap up in my favorite blanket and smooth out a spot for him and he snuggles right in. We have the same little ritual at bedtime. And if I hit snooze too many times in the morning, he wakes me up by walking on me or biting my hair. I’m sure that sounds obnoxious to non cat people, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Yesterday was the monthly staff meeting, held via Zoom since we are still working remotely. The meeting started with the dean announcing that the library will be reopening on June 1. The library is in the process of installing plexiglass barriers at points of contact and will be providing cleaning supplies, gloves, and masks to public services staff, but nothing is available yet. There may still be the option to work from home some days, but it hasn’t been discussed beyond that. The university is not requiring masks on campus but the library is requiring them for anyone entering the library. I expect there will be some pushback on that.
I knew we’d be reopening eventually but it feels too soon. All summer courses have been converted to online. I guess I should have expected the university to jump the gun when Texas pushed for reopen everything. We are all hoping foot traffic will be minimal.
Before the staff meeting, I had a dental appointment. One of my canines broke right after everything shut down so I had to wait for my dentist to reopen to deal with it. As with all businesses that are reopening, they are running shorter hours and limited capacity. As I waited in my car to be called in, I snapped a pic (above) of the entrance to my neighborhood using the face camera on my phone. The dental assistant took X-rays and the dentist conducted the exam and I left with a couple prescriptions, an appointment for a root canal and crown (June 3), and a treatment plan that includes another root canal and crown. Hooray.
Sounds like a stellar start to the summer.
What was the happiest moment of your life?
I hate this question.
I’m not an unhappy person. Wouldn’t say I’m happy either. Most days I barely feel like a person at all.
I could give the cliche day of my child’s birth answer, but it’s not true. I didn’t want to be pregnant, I didn’t want to be a mother, I didn’t want any of it. It took a long time for me to be okay. I am content in my role now. I couldn’t ask for a better kid and I love her dearly, but that wasn’t a happy time.
What else makes people happy? Wedding day? Never had one. Graduation? May never have that either. Dream job? Gave up on that dream as the college debt started piling up.
That’s not to say there haven’t been plenty of happy moments. All of my kid’s milestones. Good times with friends. Promotions at work. My dad surviving bypass surgery. Taking in that tiny kitten when his mother had abandoned him in the backyard.
I’d be hard pressed to identify a happiest moment, but I guess I am generally content. Is that what it means to be happy? I couldn’t tell you.
Way to dodge the question, huh.
Once every couple years or so I am motivated to keep a journal, either publicly on my WordPress blog or privately on Day One. Today’s motivation came from a webinar called Journaling in a Time of Uncertainty.
I kept a daily journal for a bit several years ago. I remember tapping away at my iPad while sitting in my car waiting for Sidney’s elementary school to let out. She is in high school now. Today I tap away at my shiny new iPhone 11 Pro Max while sitting on the porcelain throne. There is no workplace to be at and no school from which to fetch my child anymore. The global COVID-19 pandemic has brought the world to a halt while governments and medical professionals figure out how to keep infections and fatalities to a minimum. I am fortunate to live in an area with a low concentration of both, and even more fortunate to be able to work from home. Not everyone in my industry or even in my library has that luxury. While I have grown weary of being home all the time, I will continue to find professional development opportunities online until my workplace decides it’s time to go back. And I will continue to try to entertain myself and my child at home until I feel it’s safe to resume our normal ventures into the outside world.
Governor Abbott announced phase 2 today. I have strong opinions about the way our elected officials are handling things, but I don’t want to go off on an angry tangent.
I probably would have been to the beach three times in the time we’ve been quarantined. I miss the beach. I miss Target. I miss normalcy. But it’s too soon for all that.
I’ve become fairly obsessed with bread baking. If the baking and bread subreddits are any indication, most people who embark on this journey do develop an obsession. I started my journey a few months ago and discovered that I not only love eating bread, I love baking bread.
Today I’m taking my hobby to the next level. I’ve started a sourdough starter. If I manage to cultivate yeast instead of mold over the course of the next week, I’ll be baking my first sourdough loaf next week.
Day 1: I’ve combined 3/4 c flour and 1/2 c water in a mason jar covered with a coffee filter.
I’ve named him Steve.
I spent my Valentine’s Day evening baking cookies for the “heart healthy” themed potluck at work on Friday. I read somewhere that dark chocolate is a heart healthy food. Loophole! I decided I’d bake triple chocolate chunk cookies, chock full of dark chocolate baking cocoa, semisweet chocolate chips and chunks, and a last minute tweak to the recipe, salted caramel chips.
The tweak came about when I gathered my ingredients and found that I only had half a bag of chunks and that wasn’t enough for a double batch of cookies. There were plenty of other chips to choose from in my baking supply cart. Cinnamon? Mint? Caramel bits? Any of them would have been great, but I went with salted caramel because these cookies are insanely rich and I thought little salty bits would complement the chocolate overload best.
I learned that two batches in one bowl is too much for my mixer to handle and ended up stirring it up the old fashioned way. Yes, there was a little flour left at the bottom of the bowl. Cookie dough is tough to stir!
Since I was short on chunks, I used what I had to decorate the tops of the cookies. As you can see, I ran out of chunks a couple trays in and decorated the rest with chips.
Note: this recipe calls for cake flour. If you do not have cake flour ( I didn’t), you can make your own. For every cup of cake flour, put two tablespoons of cornstarch into your measuring cup and top it off with all purpose flour. Sift together. Voila! You now have cake flour.
This is the second time I’ve made these cookies. Chocolate makes my heart happy, and the salted caramel chips complemented these cookies perfectly.
When my sister (and her mixer) moved out of the house, I bought myself a shiny new onyx black Kitchenaid artisan series stand mixer. I didn’t have any plans for it other than to have a fancy kitchen gadget of my own on the counter and maybe do a little baking. My sister was the baker, but I had a keen interest and an ever growing collection of recipes saved on Pinterest.
The first thing I made with my new toy was a batch of Alton Brown’s soft pretzels. The whole boiling and then baking thing is a bit of a pain in the ass, but as with all good things, totally worth it.
And while I meant for my new toy to become a source for blog content, I let the blog go by the wayside. I’ve never been very good at keeping up with my blogs. I’d like to say that I’ll keep it up this time, but I don’t like to make promises I can’t keep.
That said, my new toy certainly has become a valuable source for content. Baking has become one of my favorite hobbies. The more recipes I try, the bigger my “to do” pile becomes.
I started baking bread a few months ago, starting with a basic white sandwich loaf. It was nice, but dense. So I tried another recipe. The Amish white sandwich loaf was a hit. Light, fluffy, and flavorful. The squid thought it was too sweet though, so after a few Amish loaves, I tried another recipe. Which brings me to the titular honey oat bread.
My first attempt was pretty wonky looking, but squid approved. She took one bite of her first slice and then asked me for a ham sandwich.
A week later, I baked the two giant loaves pictured above. One for me, one for my sister. Not only did they look nicer, they were even softer.
I skipped bread baking last weekend because we had lots of store bought sandwich bread, but resumed yesterday. H-E-B had a $3 coupon for a 25lb bag of flour and I couldn’t resist. Like I said earlier, baking has become my favorite hobby. I go through a lot of flour!
So this weekend, I baked another pair of honey oat loaves. I’m really pleased with the shaping and scoring of these loaves. Something was a little off though, because there was some gapping inside. Maybe it’s the flour (I used a brand I’d never used before) or maybe it’s a proving issue.
Can’t complain though, it is delicious. I love this recipe. It’s not a fancy sourdough artisan bread with big bubbles and ears, but it’s a crowd pleaser and easy enough that even novice bread bakers like me can get good results.
Best part of bread baking, besides the bread eating? Filling your house with the smell of baking bread. My cat can’t get enough of that smell.
I’m not a very good friend. Not to my acquaintances, not to my old or new friends, and not to my closest friends. I don’t always know how to be a good friend and mostly I fail at it.
My friends, I love you. Each and every one of you. Know that even though we don’t speak regularly, I think about you. I care about you. When you hurt, I hurt. When you’re gone, I mourn. I can’t promise I will ever be the friend you need me to be, but I love you. You matter to me. Maybe that means something.
Yeah, it’s over now
But I can breathe somehow
I spent my morning listening to The Girl on the Train on audiobook. I had to take a break because a passage brought up memories and I just need to get them out.
Eight years ago, I met a guy in a game. We bonded over shared interests. Horror movies. Metal. A dark sense of humor. He liked to talk and I liked to listen. Our friendship grew into something more, and five years ago I met him in person. Five years ago, I ended it.
I wish I could say it ended over something simple but ultimately harmless, like maybe he’d misrepresented himself. Truth is, he was exactly what he said he was except that everything he’d said was presented as humor. He was intense and volatile. Things that seemed like temper tantrums from a distance seemed dangerous in person. He frightened me. He was only in town for two days and I’d only spent a few hours with him, but it was enough. 11 out of 15 warning signs. I did some things I didn’t want to do, and then I made sure he got to the airport and back home before breaking up with him.
He wanted to maintain a friendship when it was over. I did not, but I also didn’t want to give him a reason to find a way to hurt me. He’d spent much of our relationship talking shit about his crazy exes. I remember when he was feeling particularly paranoid, he would threaten one woman via text and blame her for making him that way. So I agreed, and we’d spend evenings talking on Skype. He’d tell me about the prostitute he fucked when he got home. He’d tell me about the haggard old slut who flirted with him (she was his age and seemed like a lovely person). He blamed one woman for his jealousy issues. He blamed his mother for his existence. He blamed me for his erectile dysfunction during his visit. Conversation would inevitably devolve into me listening to him cry and asking me why women keep fucking him over.
He actually believed he was good to me.
I wrote a short note about the breakup on my old blog after I’d ended the attempt at friendship. An Alice in Chains song, a few lyrics, and a declaration that it was over and I was okay somehow. No details. He left a nasty accusatory comment and blew up my phone with texts and phone calls, just as he’d done when I left his hotel the first day and when he got home and when I broke up with him. The difference was that I was no longer responding. I was done.
I did learn from this experience. It is possible to feel trapped by someone you’ve never even touched. It is possible for someone who lives across the country to completely isolate you from friends and family. I wasn’t a bad person. I didn’t lead him on. His malfunction is not my fault.
Most importantly, it is possible to heal and get on with life. I think I’ll continue my book now.