Too hot to think of grand all-encompassing rant topics, so here instead are a few bits and pieces that have been making me smile:
- Blueberries: I was shopping in my local Food-4-Less yesterday, and spotted blueberries at $2.49 for a full-pound plastic clamshell box. Usually it's something like $2.49 for a tiny half-pint container, so of course I had to buy the cheapo berries. I quickly remembered how much I adore these little balls of beauty--some were tart, and some were meltingly sweet, and all of them were totally yummy (note the use of the past tense there--between last night and this morning, I've basically inhaled them all already). Blueberries are also low in calories and packed with anti-oxidants, but the main thing is that they taste so goooooood.
- Fixing my pressure cooker: my housemate innocently ran my pressure cooker, lid and all, through the dishwasher. My concerns about this were proved when I next went to use it, and the damn thing wouldn't hold its pressure at all. Now I had carefully saved the instruction manual, but of course I saved it in some really safe place that I can no longer remember. A bit of traipsing around the web, though, finally revealed that one of the safety interlock thingies in the lid of my Manttra pressure cooker is designed to give out under overly high temperatures--like when the pressure in the cooker goes too high ... or when subjected to the super-hot water in a dishwasher. But all's well that ends well--the replacement part cost maybe four bucks with shipping, and Manttra got the part to me in three days. There was a certain amount of expletives involved in taking the lid's pressure-interlock mechanism apart, fiddling with all the fiddly bits, and putting it back together again. But I tested the cooker out, and voila! it works again! Housemate is now on alert not to put the cooker lid in the dishwasher, and I feel absurdly pleased with myself for my little bit of detective and fixit work.
- More personal dance therapy: I went to hear one of my friend's bands play this past Thursday night, and once again enjoyed another spate of free-form dancersize. This time I managed not to damage myself so much that I was hobbling around like an old lady the next day. But I did note that I really need to get myself some better dancing shoes. All my current footwear has really fierce non-slip soles, mainly because with my crappy joints I became really paranoid about slipping and falling and banging myself up even more. However, non-slip soles are definitely *not* what you want when trying to boogie on a good hardwood dance floor. In fact, a shoe that grips the floor is the worst thing in the world for putting unpleasant amounts of torque on one's knee joint while attempting to shake one's booty. So I am now forced--forced, mind you!--to go buy more shoes. I'm so heartbroken about this (insert glyph of maniacal laughter here).
- Speaking of being forced to buy more stuff for myself ... I've now not only lost enough weight that I really desperately needed to buy some new smaller clothes, but now some of this new smaller clothing is starting to fall off me too. I am trying my best to shop the sales and discount joints as much as possible, but I also want to honor my newer, smaller bod by not clothing it in crap. So I'm treating myself to a few nice (but still bargain) things. All I can say is, my church's rummage sale organizers are really gonna love me come October!
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