It is a subdued Saturday. Rainy and cool but not cold. We went on a walk and everything was gray and dark green and lush. I am about to finish my second book of the week. The first was Hard Time, which I devoured quickly, and now I am finally concluding a novel I started this summer but abandoned for no real reason, since I do like it, The English Monster. I also completed season two of Downton Abbey earlier this week, watching more episodes in one day than I could even keep track of. So there have been many different dramas swirling through my mind.
That must be why I’ve been thinking a little outside the box the past few days. Wondering why I don’t change things up more often. Do I really have to get online every single day? Could I not go a week without it? Why do I never wake up extra early and exercise? Why don’t I go out of town for a long weekend, just pick a place and go? Why don’t I ever hike on nature trails? Or write letters to family members I’ve lost touch with? Why do I think I cannot handle the most basic of handy tasks around the house, like putting up the shelf I stupidly leaned on and knocked down? It just seems as though life is awfully short for staying so rigidly in my comfort zone.
I wrecked the kitchen this morning, first attempting homemade pumpkin spice lattes, then scrambling eggs with roasted tomatoes, spinach, garlic, and mozzarella, and when I was still craving more, throwing the same ingredients on leftover rice noodles instead of eggs. So I’ve been slowly cleaning the kitchen, meditatively, playing India Arie videos on Youtube and pausing every few minutes to just stand and watch them because they’re so pretty. I’m alone for most of the weekend, and this is exactly what I always do when I’m alone. Putter around the house, cook and make other messes, slowly tackle chores but stop frequently to satisfy other whims, listen and sometimes dance to soulful music, watch shows I like, talk to my dog, browse the internet, eat and eat and eat some more.
A recent Thai-inspired curry; frozen stir-fry veggies cooked in coconut milk (with red curry paste, peanut butter, ginger and a few other odds and ends) on rice noodles.
A different curry–a remake of my recent curried chickpea/sweet potato/onion/kale soup, on “Kasmati” rice.
An effort to enjoy Greek yogurt by trying it two different ways with lots of toppings. Still not really a fan, but I have found some new ideas for making my oatmeal tastier with different combinations of fruits and nuts and especially shredded unsweetened coconut.