Reading

I forgot to mention that I'm enjoying dipping into Fowler's Modern English Usage, 2nd ed. (1965). Many entries quite amusingly dry.

Working

I'm embroiled in my new project, which turns out to be more production oriented than copy editing; I suppose I'm on a "learning curve," as it's called, but it's damned hard to get so mired in the actual Word files, rather than in the prose/continuity of it. Plus this is all still being developed (helped into readable form, I guess you'd say), so there are two oars in the water, paddling in opposite directions. Standstill.

My coffee hour church thing was a success; but having no desserts did not sit well with the younger members. Still, I saw all the kids had most of the food groups offered on their plates, and 90 percent of it was consumed. And the string quartet portion of the Komen race was rained out, so I didn't have to abandon the activity (much as I would've liked) to bring L down to the river to play.

Sundy night, however, brought a big blowout concerning homework; during parents' day, you learn a lot about what's expected/available, and the answer is quite a bit on both counts. Teachers are available to give help (in math) in quite a congenial way, so that's what L will avail herself of.

Anglican Angst

Well, after a year of attending CCE (after a disatrous tenure at StTE), we have finally been tagged to host "coffee hour" after church this Sunday, which is less about a relaxed venue to commune with fellow communicants and more a full body contact one-up-manship on what's on offer. We've been tearing our hair out about what to do, consulting cookbooks. Crockpot? I don't think so. The massive oven there makes reheating something unthinkable. So, we're going with a series of dips from Moosewood, a pita chip cracker receipt from Fine Cooking, baguette, toasted, cider and other such beverages.

What makes this more complicated is L's commitment to participate in the Komen race--playing the cello in a quartet at the edge of the race as the runners and walkers sprint/pass by. So she must appear there at noon, making D the sole host of this repast. Which is fine by me, as I am not a very good small-talker at all, and look for any excuse to ditch the social.

Supper

Well, I have to say the Everyday Food has come through again. Last night's featured item—meatloaf—was met with the usual groans and "do we HAVE to" comments, but when I presented the meatloaf as featured in this month's edition, I got (well, not raves; it's meatloaf), but at least a "make this kind again" noise.

Cook and Tell always has something worth trying out, too, but Everyday Food—well, we already have several receipts that are part of the monthly rotation.

Sunday, second time around

We of this week's altar guild had a scare; the presence light, which grinds down (and up) via a steel cable had, last week, been loosed from its moorings when the operator had let go of the winding handle. The whole hurtled almost to the floor, although we hadn't been informed. When we got in to church to tidy up, the cable was all caught up around the winding mechanism, making for a scary windup and then -down to try to regain the proper tension. Also, S, the sexton, was clearing away plaster from recent roof repairs, so there was a lot of clumping around in the attic.

Saturday, we stopped at a newly opened take-out eatery housed in an Airstream trailer. L got a milkshake, and we look forward to trying some pulled pork.

I'm finally trying the Euroflax, which is a bit like knitting with string.

I'm also discovering what Blogger will and will not do with Macintosh, which seems to be--NOT MUCH.

The Dive into IT

This is my first post, so it is of course the toe into the shallow end, to see what ripples outward.