a plethora of free time & a borrowed kitchen aid. i feel like the world is mine for the taking. all the possibilities are open to me. Baking Frenzy begin.
this block of boylston reopened. still pretty empty, here especially so, save the photographer. rode around the area for a while - feels heavy, empty, despite the hundreds of bodies from police, military, & news crews. remembering my city, it’s people. also remembering the people & places for which this is a daily reality. view from the 4th floor of back bay yoga.
because working on job applications & killing time before a meeting should be done with cocktails. duh.
self. saturday adventures. like sleeping in, getting shit done, taking myself out to a late lunch with a book, ice cream with a book, movie with a beer. bought ingredients for this bread (minus the vital one, hopefully tomorrow) & then an impromptu concert with a friend of a friend. or now, just a friend.
snow, trees, clouds, sun. sometimes my kids call me bitch. i don’t actually mind it. it’s usually a sign that i’m doing my job right. sometimes other kids in the building (not mine) call me bitch. that i mind. also, kids that are out of their mind & defiant for no reason? so not in the mood for. needless to say, rough day. hoping coconut water & grapefruit will fuel a better afternoon.
really overwhelmed by our students’ creativity for this anti-bullying poster campaign
treat yo self: sesame ball & the doctor
thanks m for snapping the pic
& then i made shortbread.
pile-o-onions -> french onion soup. & it was delicious.
sad, scratchy throat -> a basil hayden’s hot toddy
flannel + favorite leggings + bourbon + freaking out about the doctor
cold winter day. bitter cold, is what the forecast called it. real feel -6 on the morning commute. ouch. trapper hat is good to my mostly bald head.
hair gets shorter & shorter every cut. & closer & closer to my hair twins.
i won these in a raffle at our math dept pd today. STUFF TO DECORATE MY CLASSROOM NEXT YEAR!!