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dani_meowsI feel so much better now then I did for much of the weekend. I had a migraine on Thursday and Friday bad enough that I had to cancel therapy something I hate doing.
On Saturday I felt wellish and I wanted to participate in![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
firewhiskeyfic's get drunk and write thing. Back when I used to IJ and DW regularly before I got lured into tumblr I always wanted to participate and it always seemed to show up when I had already taken meds that I can't drink when I have.
So I drank Cinnamon Whiskey with Apple Juice, chatted with people and wrote a truly awful nsfw fic piece that I can't share yet even if I want to because they are posted anon first. I can't wait to see what other people wrote!
On Sunday my body let me know that I'm not young anymore and I spent the whole day hungover in bed with my cats. It was down in the forties outside so the cats were cold and wanted to snuggle with a warm human. I even got to snuggle my youngest not snuggly anymore Nori kitty. He's almost two and for the first year and half of his life he loved to cuddle me but for the past few months no cuddles to be had. I miss how he used to lay on my chest and lick my face. Well not so much the face licking part but the eye contact and the love you... part.
Today I woke up a few minutes before the alarm went off because the youngest two kitties were playing with the blinds above our heads. Ian made a delicious breakfast of bacon, eggs, beans, tomato and sausage. And then once he left for work, I baked a banana bread. I hate banana's but if you put it in pudding or bread I love it.
I planned on baking lemon bars today as well but I need more butter so I have to wait until tonight or make it tomorrow morning. The groceries will be delivered later on today but I changed the time because after the bread was done, I was snuggling with my cats and they said it was nap time. So I changed the delivery time to this evening since I could still edit the order and snuggled down with three of my five cats for a nice nap.
I wish I found as much joy doing simple household cleaning as I did when I was baking or cooking. There's something about cooking and baking treats for Ian, Brigid and I that I find relaxing. Cleaning not so much.
Some parts of this weekend weren't so bad. The other reason besides the hangover I was out on Sunday was Ian bleaching the guest bathroom. It needed it. I'm allergic to the chlorine in bleach but despite cleaning the shower regularly it was growing mold. It looks much better now.
Ian made a hungarian goulash recipe I had found that I wanted to try. I've never had paprika as a main seasoning not a decorative element. But omg it was delicious and now it's gone with no more left over already! We had it over mashed potatoes but the recipe mentioned it was delicious over something called spaetzle, which is a german egg noodle. So I went down a rabbit hole looking up recipes for that and I might try that in the next few weeks. While Ian is German on both sides of his family sadly none of them made many recipes from their heritage. I know one of his great Grandparents had to change his name after World War 2 because his name was Adolph and his great grandma spoke German. Ian's dad learned German from her and took German in highschool for an easy A only to discover that while she spoke only German she didn't speak the correct German as far as teachers were concerned.
I find it sad that heritage gets lost so quickly in families. My grandmother on my Dad's side was 100% Irish and my grandfather was 100% Italian. All of our recipes are from the Italian side. But my Grandfather refused to speak Italian or teach his kids Italian so that's all that remains. From my Grandma's side she never made any recipes from her family at all. An Irish/Italian romance at the time was looked down upon because neither side were getting along in New York at the time so she made herself more Italian than the others in her neighborhood and hid her Irish side.
I wish more elements of culture was remembered and I had asked more questions of people before they passed...
I think I was going somewhere else with this wall of Dani babble but it's time to go and do some more housework... Sighs
On Saturday I felt wellish and I wanted to participate in
firewhiskeyfic's get drunk and write thing. Back when I used to IJ and DW regularly before I got lured into tumblr I always wanted to participate and it always seemed to show up when I had already taken meds that I can't drink when I have.So I drank Cinnamon Whiskey with Apple Juice, chatted with people and wrote a truly awful nsfw fic piece that I can't share yet even if I want to because they are posted anon first. I can't wait to see what other people wrote!
On Sunday my body let me know that I'm not young anymore and I spent the whole day hungover in bed with my cats. It was down in the forties outside so the cats were cold and wanted to snuggle with a warm human. I even got to snuggle my youngest not snuggly anymore Nori kitty. He's almost two and for the first year and half of his life he loved to cuddle me but for the past few months no cuddles to be had. I miss how he used to lay on my chest and lick my face. Well not so much the face licking part but the eye contact and the love you... part.
Today I woke up a few minutes before the alarm went off because the youngest two kitties were playing with the blinds above our heads. Ian made a delicious breakfast of bacon, eggs, beans, tomato and sausage. And then once he left for work, I baked a banana bread. I hate banana's but if you put it in pudding or bread I love it.
I planned on baking lemon bars today as well but I need more butter so I have to wait until tonight or make it tomorrow morning. The groceries will be delivered later on today but I changed the time because after the bread was done, I was snuggling with my cats and they said it was nap time. So I changed the delivery time to this evening since I could still edit the order and snuggled down with three of my five cats for a nice nap.
I wish I found as much joy doing simple household cleaning as I did when I was baking or cooking. There's something about cooking and baking treats for Ian, Brigid and I that I find relaxing. Cleaning not so much.
Some parts of this weekend weren't so bad. The other reason besides the hangover I was out on Sunday was Ian bleaching the guest bathroom. It needed it. I'm allergic to the chlorine in bleach but despite cleaning the shower regularly it was growing mold. It looks much better now.
Ian made a hungarian goulash recipe I had found that I wanted to try. I've never had paprika as a main seasoning not a decorative element. But omg it was delicious and now it's gone with no more left over already! We had it over mashed potatoes but the recipe mentioned it was delicious over something called spaetzle, which is a german egg noodle. So I went down a rabbit hole looking up recipes for that and I might try that in the next few weeks. While Ian is German on both sides of his family sadly none of them made many recipes from their heritage. I know one of his great Grandparents had to change his name after World War 2 because his name was Adolph and his great grandma spoke German. Ian's dad learned German from her and took German in highschool for an easy A only to discover that while she spoke only German she didn't speak the correct German as far as teachers were concerned.
I find it sad that heritage gets lost so quickly in families. My grandmother on my Dad's side was 100% Irish and my grandfather was 100% Italian. All of our recipes are from the Italian side. But my Grandfather refused to speak Italian or teach his kids Italian so that's all that remains. From my Grandma's side she never made any recipes from her family at all. An Irish/Italian romance at the time was looked down upon because neither side were getting along in New York at the time so she made herself more Italian than the others in her neighborhood and hid her Irish side.
I wish more elements of culture was remembered and I had asked more questions of people before they passed...
I think I was going somewhere else with this wall of Dani babble but it's time to go and do some more housework... Sighs
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Date: 2022-01-24 08:42 pm (UTC)The only thing I can remember about what I wrote are the characters involved and I'm not brave enough to look at it otherwise. :D
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Date: 2022-01-24 09:45 pm (UTC)I've tried doing some writing sprints last year when I joined a discord server (only to then drop the majority of any kind of social media / social interactions online). It certainly was fun and I just wrote whatever came to mind... which wasn't my original idea, but the entire damn background to that idea :D
It can be quite hard to see how heritage disappears sometimes. I remember one of my Italian teachers bemoaning the fact that her grandchildren weren't learning Italian from their father (her son) because after her son realized that his language skills weren't sufficient to study in Italy, he decided it wasn't something worth passing on. She also had several 2nd/3rd generation Italians in her class that wanted to learn it. We also had someone who came to Germany as a child or teenager I remember either in the aftermath of the war or even during the war (I think) from either the Czech Republic or Poland and she personally had such terrible memories of it that she refused to speak the language.
And some teachers can be so critical of languages! My cousin spent a year in South Africa and learned English there, giving her a head start of about a year or so in comparison to when everyone else starts learning. When she did start learning English here in Germany, she had a teacher from London who remarked/complained (not sure which) that she spoke as if she had a hot potato in her mouth. There are countless dialects (probably in all languages) that it can be hard to say which one is correct and which one isn't. Some teachers are more flexible in that regard than others.
The worst thing about housework is getting started. And to not take breaks. I think I need about 15-30 minutes on average for the bathroom. With procrastination to start and taking breaks (to pick the next youtube video if I didn't pick one long enough or whatever) it turns into hours. And then I wonder where my Saturday disappeared to and why I only managed to get to the bathroom and kitchen... granted the other two rooms are mostly just tidying which I try to dedicate 5-10 minutes a couple of days a week to anyway. I just never know when I took care of the dust the last time. Or mopping the floors. I guess it's a good thing that I have no (known) allergies and no pets.