I’m tired of apologizing to you people! All five of you! I know, I know, I’m not writing much recently. This latest break was more than two weeks, which is frankly difficult even to get my own head around.
So what have I been doing? Honestly, not much of anything that I usually consider productive. I haven’t been terribly active with my own writing during that time. It’s been busy at work, but I’m pretty reliable about not spending extra time at the office. So I can’t really blame that.
As I mentioned, the missus and I have this new, slightly larger apartment, so I’ve visited IKEA, I’ve ordered a few things online that the new space needs, I’ve committed long-term (as long-term as IKEA can be) to a comfy chair with ottoman (both of which I’ve also put together), and built the massive bookcase (with the missus’ help, of course).
I had a cold for a while and really tried not to push myself, so not much of anything got done during that time.
More than anything, though, I think I’ve been cooking. Every weekend, I make some sort of big pot of something that sustains the missus and I for a week of lunches. So it’s trips to the farmers market and lots of chopping for, what have turned out to be, rather labor-intensive soups and stews. Squash is in season right now, and I’ve tried a couple of different squash soups. This week’s was pretty good, with butternut squash, coconut milk and ginger and red chile pepper and cilantro. The steak pie from a Scottish cookbook also turned out well.
So… what do we call this? Nesting? Living life? Whatever it is, I have to admit that I’ve been rather enjoying myself.
And it’s not like I’m not also following current events. (I certainly could’ve gone my whole life without seeing the photo of dead Gaddafi.) Sure, I’ve got opinions about the insanity of the Republican debates. When Mitt Romney seems almost reasonable, Ron Paul speaks occasional shocking truth (and no one cares), and the whole field make George W. Bush seem downright moderate, you know that shit is fucked up. Shit is fucked up, B&E readers. Shit. Is. Fucked. Up.
Members of the Democratic Party, including the President, are showing sudden backbone in the political discourse, and far be it from me to be cynical, but honestly, I only think that’s true because a) there’s an election coming up, and b) they know that the policies themselves will never actually pass.
So, yes, I’ve still got a few things to say here and there about bullshit going on in the world.
But honestly, I kind of just want to sit in my comfy chair and enjoy the still unorganized office space in my new apartment. (Organizing it is this weekend’s project, by the way.)
And no, I still haven’t been down to Occupy Wall Street. How many times do I have to tell you about this comfy chair?