Oh So Domestic

Really and honestly. Mom stayed home today, taking her comp day from work, since the case load is light. And it went pretty well. I learned a little bit about sanding down woodwork to repaint it (yes, never done it before, still don't quite get all the technique- these things don't come naturally to me: it isn't like scrubing something clean, entirely), and did just a tad of reading for class before we set out. We took a pleasant visit to my favorite secondhand bookstore in New Haven, where I acquired a rather random variety of books including a couple older sci-fi things, a book about the development of English, a woman's story about moving to a small town in Virginia, and an old Rosh HaShanah machzor, which I'd seen there this summer, and hadn't had the cash on me to buy, and saw again, and decided that I really wanted. There's something charming about it, about it not being one of the same old standards, and about the fact that it has the secular dates for when Rosh HaShanah will fall- and the last year it gives is 1973.

We came home, had a light lunch, and hit Marshalls, so I now have 2 pillows to make my spare bed look somewhat more couch-like, a new container for my hair do-dads, and a new diary (my old one is almost full, even though lots of stuff's been getting put here instead.) After that- to Goodwill to finish casing the store, as it were, from Sunday. So- from there: a dress, yet another black t-shirt, and a glass plate. I think Mom's decided that she's basically slowly assembling the equivalent of a hope chest for me, un-Jewish an idea as that is.

But above all this industrious acquiring of Stuff, I ended up making dinner (nothing fancy, but Mom had PT at 5:40, and Dad had work until late), and this evening I started copying recipes onto notecards, so I have the ones I like with me, rather than them all being at home. That's still a work in progress, but I have a happy small stack of recipes now.

Overall, it just felt like a very domestic sort of day. And I do enjoy that sort of thing. There's just something very comfortable about it. Go figure.

Oh So Domestic

Really and honestly. Mom stayed home today, taking her comp day from work, since the case load is light. And it went pretty well. I learned a little bit about sanding down woodwork to repaint it (yes, never done it before, still don't quite get all the technique- these things don't come naturally to me: it isn't like scrubing something clean, entirely), and did just a tad of reading for class before we set out. We took a pleasant visit to my favorite secondhand bookstore in New Haven, where I acquired a rather random variety of books including a couple older sci-fi things, a book about the development of English, a woman's story about moving to a small town in Virginia, and an old Rosh HaShanah machzor, which I'd seen there this summer, and hadn't had the cash on me to buy, and saw again, and decided that I really wanted. There's something charming about it, about it not being one of the same old standards, and about the fact that it has the secular dates for when Rosh HaShanah will fall- and the last year it gives is 1973.

We came home, had a light lunch, and hit Marshalls, so I now have 2 pillows to make my spare bed look somewhat more couch-like, a new container for my hair do-dads, and a new diary (my old one is almost full, even though lots of stuff's been getting put here instead.) After that- to Goodwill to finish casing the store, as it were, from Sunday. So- from there: a dress, yet another black t-shirt, and a glass plate. I think Mom's decided that she's basically slowly assembling the equivalent of a hope chest for me, un-Jewish an idea as that is.

But above all this industrious acquiring of Stuff, I ended up making dinner (nothing fancy, but Mom had PT at 5:40, and Dad had work until late), and this evening I started copying recipes onto notecards, so I have the ones I like with me, rather than them all being at home. That's still a work in progress, but I have a happy small stack of recipes now.

Overall, it just felt like a very domestic sort of day. And I do enjoy that sort of thing. There's just something very comfortable about it. Go figure.