I’ve had a fairly uneventful couple of days. And yet, I don’t know where the time went. I feel like I don’t have a handle on things right now. Not in a depressive, woah is me, kind of way exactly. Just, time seems to run out all the time. I don’t know where the time went and why I didn’t get more done with it.
Friday night I stayed up way too late working on my socks. I finished them, except for the “grafting” at the end. I didn’t know what that meant, or how it is done. I mentioned that to Juana the other day and she said something about alternating knitting and purling and she threw out the name of some technique the name of which I can’t seem to remember, but makes me think of Kussmaul, which isn’t right because that’s the name of a type of breathing that relates to Insulin shock (excess sugar in the system) and has absolutely nothing to do with knitting – Clearly.
I brought the socks in today and Juana showed me how to finish them off. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it again, but at least I know who to ask next time, too.
But I stayed up until after 2:00 in the morning working on them and then slept until after noon on Saturday. That’s a good way to lose valuable time right there.
On Saturday, I got up with a plan which very quickly fell by the wayside. I ate some breakfast and watched TV while I worked on my menu for the week. Well, I guess really I worked on my menu for the week while I ate breakfast and watched TV. It was supposed to be a quick process but I was easily distracted and it took a few hours to complete the menu and my grocery list and head out to shop. By the time I made the three stops I needed to make and came home with my loot it was after 8:00 and I still needed to take a shower. My lofty plans of eating a healthy dinner of Salmon and Brown Rice were shot and I ended up eating left over pizza instead.
One of my stops on Saturday was at Bed, Bath and Beyond where I bought a flour sifter. I had to go there because much to my surprise, I could not find one at Target. I needed the flour sifter because Sunday morning I made scones. I have been craving scones like my mother used to make, for years. Not that there’s anything particularly special about the way my mother makes them, just that they were always hot and fresh and she put about fifteen times more sugar in them than the recipe calls for (which is only about one and half teaspoons.)
It’s not even a special recipe; it comes from the Betty Crocker cookbook. The problem is, my Betty Crocker cookbook doesn’t have the scone recipe in it and my mother packed up all her cookbooks when she bought her house several years ago and they’re all stored in her attic where she can’t get to them and therefore couldn’t obtain the recipe for me. Surprisingly it’s much harder to find on-line than you might think and I’ve been without a good scone recipe for years… until now.
You see, a couple of weeks ago, I had some bananas that were on their last leg and needed to be used or go to waste, so I made banana bread. The recipe I have for banana bread calls for buttermilk. I love buttermilk food products, but I detest buttermilk, go figure. The smallest container I could buy of buttermilk was a quart and the banana bread calls for 1/2 cup. Having a significant amount of left over buttermilk I needed to find some more recipes to use it in. So I made biscuits. They were pretty good. A little denser and less flakey than I like. I believe I over kneaded them. I’ll know for next time.
I still had half a quart of buttermilk left and I needed to find something else to make. I found an app on my iPhone for a recipe finder where you type in an ingredient and it gives you recipe options. I found several recipes for blueberry muffins and I love blueberry muffins. I lost track of which recipe was which and soon I ended up with a cream cheese muffin recipe that sounded really good but wasn’t a “blueberry” recipe. I decided to take my chances and make it blueberry anyway, only not really knowing what I was doing and not wanting to get too far overboard I only used a 1/2 cup of blueberries for the whole recipe. They did turn out pretty well but I wasn’t sure if there were enough blueberries so when I brought some into work the next day I offered my coworkers some “Theoretically Blueberry, Absolutely Cream Cheese Muffins.” Theoretically blueberry, because there was a very real chance of someone getting a muffin with no actual blueberries in it.
While searching for buttermilk recipes and finding blueberry muffins, I also found a recipe for scones. So I had to make them. And I did. And they were deeelishus. And too many of them. And too fattening. I ate them while watching Winter Wipeout (which is not something I can crochet or knit while watching if I want to get the full effect) and while gearing up for my afternoon with Lil’B.
I wasn’t really sure what to do with him and I’m running low on creativity these days. I started thinking about movies and thought he might like to see Tron: Legacy, but I wasn’t sure. I don’t know that much about it and I never saw Tron so I didn’t really know if it was appropriate for him. I put it out to Twitter because anytime you need a question answered you turn to Twitter, right? No? Hmmm… I asked “Any reason for a 9 yo to not see Tron?” I got one answer, hours later, which simply said that if he has a short attention span he won’t be able to get through it. I think the GI Joe fiasco last year proved that’s not a problem.
I arrived at Lil’B’s house to find a herd of people. His uncle and his family, from Bakersfield, was visiting. I wouldn’t have been surprised to have been sent away without Lil’B under the circumstances, but that thought never seemed to cross anyone’s mind. While Lil’B was finishing getting ready some of his little cousins asked me what we were going to do. I told them I wasn’t really sure and it depended on if Lil’B had something he wanted to do, and then I said, we might just go to a movie. They started asking what movie and one of them suggested Tron: Legacy. Lil’B came out of his room, ready to go and I asked him if he had anything specific he wanted to do. He said, “I don’t know.” (Naturally) I asked him if he had any interest in seeing Tron and he said, “I don’t know.” (Naturally) And then another of his cousins spoke up, “Ooo. Go see Little Fockers,” he said enthusiastically. I missed bits and pieces of their conversation but I heard something about “shot in his penis” and this was funny, apparently.
Now I know what you’re thinking. Little Fockers is rated PG-13 and Lil’B is only 9. But his mother doesn’t care about such things and he has seen more than a few movies that were rated above his age bracket. The movie was actually pretty good, though there were things about it that were a bit above his maturity level and I was a little uneasy from time to time. After the movie I asked him what his favorite part of the movie was and he said it was when Jack and Greg got into a fight at the kids’ birthday party that had them thrashing about in a ball pit. I asked him if he had any thoughts about or questions about anything that he heard or saw in the movie and he said he did not. I hope that means he didn’t think much of the sexual innuendo and questionable moments and not that he was embarrassed to ask.
When I dropped him off his cousins and uncle were still at the house and the young boys came rushing up to ask what we had done. Angel told them we saw Little Fockers and then he went into the bathroom. The boys turned to me and asked “How do you get a big brother?”
I told them I didn’t really know. “I know how to become a big brother. I don’t know how to get a big brother.”
“I want a big brother!” one of them said.
And then the other said, “I want you to be my big brother!”
I was surprised. “You do?” I asked. “Why?”
He answered with a big grin on his face, “Because! You’re cool!”