![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Just enough time.
Thursday, 8 December 2005 23:43I made a huge dent in unpacking the kitchen. Now that a bunch of it is done I can try to cook again. The new stove is a gas oven/range, a type I have never cooked with in my life. The entire kitchen and dining room heat up when the oven is on, and if I ever want to broil something I have to sit on the floor (because in a gas oven, the broiler is in the bottom tray. So much for pan storage). Garret was very excited about this stove. Me, I guess if I want a steak I'll either go to a cookout or a restaurant, because I'm not sitting on the damn floor to cook.
I miss my small appliances. The toaster oven is still packed, the microwave is in storage, and I broke the coffeemaker's insulated carafe. They'll come together soon.
My hands are strangely smooth. I don't know how else to describe it. It's like they've been shellac'd. My fingertips are also really tender. I'm finding it hard to move the scrollwheel on my mouse because of it.
I have an ornament exchange to go to on Saturday. I barely have a kitchen, and the hostess has asked all her guests to bring a dozen of their favorite cookies. That's going to be really nice. She surrounds herself with intelligent, friendly people. I should call her more often. Unfortunately, I have no kitchen AND I have no craft table set up, so I have to use my Friday night to either make cookies or an ornament. I'd go out and buy one, but there's no way I'm going out in that mess. I just don't have the patience for it. Besides, last year I made a really cute Santa Claus ornament and everybody fell over themselves in love with it. It would be cheap of me to bring a store-bought ornament after that.
My computer is up and running, complete with desk and scanning station. Once this weekend's committments are honored I can relax a little, maybe even do some holiday shopping online. If only Amazon wasn't so damn boring, I'd probably shop more there. And the wish lists? Don't get me started on that. It's a topic Garret and I argue about every Christmas without fail. "It's the thought that counts," my butt.
Not much else. Everything else is locked, so only a handful of users can see it. I think my dad reads here sometimes. A few other out-of-town friends read my LiveJournal from time to time as well. I'm okay with that. There are just some things I don't want way out there in the great wide open. That, and I'm tired of being a big whinyhead all the time. It's not helpful!
I miss my small appliances. The toaster oven is still packed, the microwave is in storage, and I broke the coffeemaker's insulated carafe. They'll come together soon.
My hands are strangely smooth. I don't know how else to describe it. It's like they've been shellac'd. My fingertips are also really tender. I'm finding it hard to move the scrollwheel on my mouse because of it.
I have an ornament exchange to go to on Saturday. I barely have a kitchen, and the hostess has asked all her guests to bring a dozen of their favorite cookies. That's going to be really nice. She surrounds herself with intelligent, friendly people. I should call her more often. Unfortunately, I have no kitchen AND I have no craft table set up, so I have to use my Friday night to either make cookies or an ornament. I'd go out and buy one, but there's no way I'm going out in that mess. I just don't have the patience for it. Besides, last year I made a really cute Santa Claus ornament and everybody fell over themselves in love with it. It would be cheap of me to bring a store-bought ornament after that.
My computer is up and running, complete with desk and scanning station. Once this weekend's committments are honored I can relax a little, maybe even do some holiday shopping online. If only Amazon wasn't so damn boring, I'd probably shop more there. And the wish lists? Don't get me started on that. It's a topic Garret and I argue about every Christmas without fail. "It's the thought that counts," my butt.
Not much else. Everything else is locked, so only a handful of users can see it. I think my dad reads here sometimes. A few other out-of-town friends read my LiveJournal from time to time as well. I'm okay with that. There are just some things I don't want way out there in the great wide open. That, and I'm tired of being a big whinyhead all the time. It's not helpful!
