...And Learn Sanskrit
Sep. 16th, 2019 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouse I have a lot of stuff I should be doing right now.
I need to finish doing the dishes. Somehow, over the weekend, my family and I managed to make a LOT of dishes. I don't actually understand how that happened, especially since I swear I didn't skip doing the dishes at any point. Among the other household chores that need doing, I could also add: a load of laundry and taking out the recycling bags that have also mystical multiplied since the last time I took them out, which I would have SWORE was Friday (maybe we just recycle THAT much??)
I need to put more skim coats on the steps. Today is really the day to do that, too, since there's even more rain in the forecast after tomorrow. But, it's annoying work and I don't want to.
I need to be working on Unjust Cause, but I having one of those moments where I feel like, even though it's not quite yet noon, somehow the entire day is over and I might as well give up on everything.
When my family has a huge to-do list, we always end it with the phrase, "and learn Sanskrit." This actually came out of Shawn's graduate school years. She was in the history of science program at the University of Minnesota. Shawn, who ended up writing a masters thesis on Sir Isaac Newton, maybe, was actually far more interested in ancient sciences and so was forever lamenting that she needed to learn Sanskrit. Since that never got done, it remains on the "to-do" list in perpetuity. And, has become one of those things you say when what you're really feeling is overwhelmed with all the things you need to do, but don't really want to do ANY of them for no particularly good reason.
So, that's me, today.
I got a late start today because I met up with a former student from one of my Loft classes who paid me to critique his short story. It was a lovely get-together, though it started in a very Monday-like fashion, wherein, I ordered a breakfast burrito and promptly dumped the salsa on my jeans. On the flip side, I wandered into the MN Book Arts store and bought several lovely cards that I intend to use to write letters to my various pen pals. I am always on the look out, very specifically, for unique and pretty images of Minneapolis/St. Paul and/or Minnesota, in general. I guess I figure that if I were a foreign correspondent, as it were, I would love getting images of the place that the person who is writing me is FROM. But, I also have a ton of cards that I've picked up at various estate sales that don't fit that bill... in fact, some are down right "vintage."
Speaking of vintage, yesterday Shawn and I went thrift store shopping after dropping Mason off at work at the Science Museum. I found a Japanese language book at Good Will and Shawn picked up a number of household items including replacement wine glasses for those I have broken over the months. After Good Will, I talked her into trying out Magic Noodle, which is a new fresh noodle joint on University. Shawn was very resistant at first, because it kind of looks like a dive. But, the noodles are insanely good as was everything--but especially the garlic edamame (which seems to maybe have been infused with garlic oil somehow?? SO GOOD.)
The cool thing is that you can watch them hand-pulling the noodles. The guy is behind a glass plate and so somehow I managed to get a weird flash across his eyes which looks like I intentionally intended to protect his identity. Which, I mean, other people were talking pictures, but I do feel strange about posting pictures of people I don't know, so this odd phenomenon makes me feel a bit better about it:
It was a fun experience and amazing food all around. Highly recommend.
I need to finish doing the dishes. Somehow, over the weekend, my family and I managed to make a LOT of dishes. I don't actually understand how that happened, especially since I swear I didn't skip doing the dishes at any point. Among the other household chores that need doing, I could also add: a load of laundry and taking out the recycling bags that have also mystical multiplied since the last time I took them out, which I would have SWORE was Friday (maybe we just recycle THAT much??)
I need to put more skim coats on the steps. Today is really the day to do that, too, since there's even more rain in the forecast after tomorrow. But, it's annoying work and I don't want to.
I need to be working on Unjust Cause, but I having one of those moments where I feel like, even though it's not quite yet noon, somehow the entire day is over and I might as well give up on everything.
When my family has a huge to-do list, we always end it with the phrase, "and learn Sanskrit." This actually came out of Shawn's graduate school years. She was in the history of science program at the University of Minnesota. Shawn, who ended up writing a masters thesis on Sir Isaac Newton, maybe, was actually far more interested in ancient sciences and so was forever lamenting that she needed to learn Sanskrit. Since that never got done, it remains on the "to-do" list in perpetuity. And, has become one of those things you say when what you're really feeling is overwhelmed with all the things you need to do, but don't really want to do ANY of them for no particularly good reason.
So, that's me, today.
I got a late start today because I met up with a former student from one of my Loft classes who paid me to critique his short story. It was a lovely get-together, though it started in a very Monday-like fashion, wherein, I ordered a breakfast burrito and promptly dumped the salsa on my jeans. On the flip side, I wandered into the MN Book Arts store and bought several lovely cards that I intend to use to write letters to my various pen pals. I am always on the look out, very specifically, for unique and pretty images of Minneapolis/St. Paul and/or Minnesota, in general. I guess I figure that if I were a foreign correspondent, as it were, I would love getting images of the place that the person who is writing me is FROM. But, I also have a ton of cards that I've picked up at various estate sales that don't fit that bill... in fact, some are down right "vintage."
Speaking of vintage, yesterday Shawn and I went thrift store shopping after dropping Mason off at work at the Science Museum. I found a Japanese language book at Good Will and Shawn picked up a number of household items including replacement wine glasses for those I have broken over the months. After Good Will, I talked her into trying out Magic Noodle, which is a new fresh noodle joint on University. Shawn was very resistant at first, because it kind of looks like a dive. But, the noodles are insanely good as was everything--but especially the garlic edamame (which seems to maybe have been infused with garlic oil somehow?? SO GOOD.)
The cool thing is that you can watch them hand-pulling the noodles. The guy is behind a glass plate and so somehow I managed to get a weird flash across his eyes which looks like I intentionally intended to protect his identity. Which, I mean, other people were talking pictures, but I do feel strange about posting pictures of people I don't know, so this odd phenomenon makes me feel a bit better about it:
It was a fun experience and amazing food all around. Highly recommend.