It's flat-out gorgeous outside. The sun is setting, so the neighborhood is basking in the orange glow. We are inside, however, much to Otis's chagrin. Baby girl is asleep in her daddy's arms. She's clutching the impromptu burp cloth (a dinner napkin) like the marble rye lady from Seinfeld. You'd think we routinely take things from her as she exhibits her mighty kung fu grip. Her dad looks to be in agony as he unwisely let her fall asleep while he bounced her on the Pilates ball. The dog is standing at the front door all but begging to go out. I am at the computer researching cloth diapers.
The diaper dilemma has me tearing my hair out. I feel GUILTY that I use disposable diapers even though we use "hippie diapers" according to our friends. By the end of the week I'd bet we've got cloth diapers on S's little butt.
I'm also delving into my newest project. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. 10 year class reunion. Yuck. Trying to find 400 people that I barely knew in high school doesn't sound fun to me in the least. Planning an event in my hometown sounds even less appealing as I'm used to big city, big budget soirees. Wish me luck. Better yet, send me your leftover Valium. I'll likely need it more.
Last thing. I haven't mentioned anything food related in awhile. So, here's a recap of last evening's meal. Cilantro Lime Chicken, spinach salad, and bread. I improvised with the chicken, using the ingredients I had in the house. I whisked together the zest and juice of one large lime, a few tablespoons of olive oil, a couple of cloves of minced garlic, kosher salt, black pepper, chili powder, and a healthy dose of chopped fresh cilantro and marinated a couple of chicken breasts for a couple of hours. They grilled up quite nicely. As for the salad- nothing fancy there. Baby spinach tossed in balsamic vinaigrette with chopped yellow bell pepper and tomato. The bread was a very disappointing multigrain "bake it yourself" concoction I picked up at the grocery. I made real fresh bread with dinner tonight. Significantly better option.
I'm tired now. Time to water the garden and watch Planet Earth.
Smiles.
1 comment:
Boy, you must REALLY love the environment to attempt to get beyond your self-proclaimed disgust of poop :) Bless your heart for even trying and don't feel guilty at all if it's not for you. We all do what we can. Let us know how it all goes!
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