Mar. 3rd, 2013

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Yesterday was a bit of a long day. I was only teaching for a normal teaching day (6 hours, minutes breaks - I asked the students how long they wanted for lunch, and they nominated 35 minutes), but it was on top of a migraine the day before and actually with - it turned out - the last dregs of that migraine. Thanks to a really good bunch of writers, who paid great attention and asked many questions, it was a good experience, even when my memory developed daft holes (which was three times, for I was counting). One of those teaching sessions that was very intensive, but rewarding. One student needed a different class to the others, and I feel I short-changed her a bit, but everyone else pretty much got what they needed from the class.

This is the last time I'll be teaching grammar or punctuation in a workshop fashion this year, it appears, so I'm glad it went well. I do wish it could have gone perfectly. What would I have done differently? Spent 20 minutes (which we didn't have, really) explaining 'that' and 'which' and conjunctions and other ways of connecting words. I mentioned and gave examples, but I didn't actually give the student who needed them exercises, so she knows the theory but hasn't solved it for her own writing. This is the only thing I wish I had more time for, but it's an important one.

In a few minutes I have an excursion! Not a long one, but I will be outdoors. Outdoors. There are no more bushfires. I would very much like all the events I missed over the last three months (Donna's launch, for instance) to be re-held purely for me.

It still hurts to walk so I'm not over the effects of the smoke yet, but normalcy is returning, and I walk slowly regardless, for I reached the point where I had to admit that spending every day at home was simply not going to happen. Alongside the pain, my lower extremities have regained their normal size and I can carry more groceries etc before that pain kicks in too badly, so I have good hopes that my caution this fire season will be repaid in a quick recovery. The thing I was trying to avoid was the hospitalisation and so forth that occurred ten years ago. It took a while for the full effect of the fires to manifest in my body last time, but from the waist down I became one of those enormous women in a John Wyndham short story and I could draw three dimensional sketches on my own legs. Cortisone cured it and caused other problems and I've just reached an end of all that and am determined not to let therecent plague of summer fire start the cycle again.

If this morning goes well, I'll wander down to the Trash and Treasure next week. If it doesn't, I'll give it a few weeks more.

Still, life is looking up. And I woke up earlier than I meant to and can get a half hour work done before I have to make a move. I'd better stop being lazy!
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The highlight of my morning was being introduced to an arquebus, firing it, and ruining a favourite (but bedraggled) shirt. I will be forced to be more respectable this winter. Understanding the smell and feel of the early gun was worth it, however. I might wear my very-slightly-ashen shirt around the house, for it's very comfortable and its scars were well-earned.

The highlight of my afternoon was making inroads into my tax. I've now sorted 1/3 of my papers and my loungeroom looks delightfully disordered.

The highlight of the early evening was long talks with friends. This was also a highlight of this morning, since I went to the gun range (it was open day) thanks to the kindness of friends.

The highlight of slightly later evening was the duck being cooked. I invented a stuffing for it. The duck was delectable with the stuffing, but the stuffing was ... drabbit, why didn't I write down proportions? I made it up as I went along, and it turned out to be fruity and tart and just amazing.

I tipped some quinoa into a bowl. I added about the same amount of water. I chopped up an onion finely and added that. Then I topped it with a nice slurp of pomegranate molasses. I zapped it in the microwave (which was behaving today) a few times (a minute each time) until most of the moisture was absorbed. I might have added a knob of butter (but don't tell my mother, for that would be so wrong). Then I stuffed my duck with it. The stuffing doesn't cohere (for there's nothing in it to make it stick) but I kinda forgot to carve the duck once I had a taste of the stuffing., An hour later I actually ate a piece of duck and found that the scent of the pomegranate is faintly through the whole and it is just... I am going to stop here, for the duck and the rest of the stuffing is the the fridge, for eating during the week and it is STAYING THERE (at least until tomorrow night). I am not allowed supper! But, really, that's the best stuffing I've ever invented. I have no idea if I'll ever be able to duplicate it.

Obviously the highlight of my later evening is the memory of finally getting back my cooking mojo.

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