Twenty busy minutes later...
Jul. 25th, 2014 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI was tired and thirsty and kinda fed up, so I thought I'd make a cup of tea and read some Burroughs*. Obviously, that entailed going into the kitchen, to boil the kettle and so forth.
These days, I am apparently incapable of going anywhere in the house without thinking of what else I should be doing. In this instance, the notion of dinner occurred to me, in that, "Well, while the kettle boils I could..." sort of way. So now Wednesday's barbecued pork is simmering in a pot with onions and carrots and celery and tomatoes and pinto beans and garlic and a whole lot of spices, mulching down into a chilli; and the rice is cooked and ready to fry up with green onions and mushrooms and more garlic; and all that I need to do for dinner is the brussels sprouts.
And now it's after five o'clock, which puts tea entirely out of the question, boiled kettle or no. And I'm still tired and thirsty and kinda fed up, and I really need to be getting back to work. Beer, I hear you calling me...
*Edgar Rice of that ilk, as it happens. I was such a fan of the Tarzan books when I was small, I never bothered with the Mars books at all. We are now, ahem, making up that lack.**
**And trying not to think "Oh, if only I'd been around then! I could have done all this so very much better!" That is a snare and a delusion, as we know. Though honestly, they really are an endless series of "With one bound I was free," which does get a little wearing...
These days, I am apparently incapable of going anywhere in the house without thinking of what else I should be doing. In this instance, the notion of dinner occurred to me, in that, "Well, while the kettle boils I could..." sort of way. So now Wednesday's barbecued pork is simmering in a pot with onions and carrots and celery and tomatoes and pinto beans and garlic and a whole lot of spices, mulching down into a chilli; and the rice is cooked and ready to fry up with green onions and mushrooms and more garlic; and all that I need to do for dinner is the brussels sprouts.
And now it's after five o'clock, which puts tea entirely out of the question, boiled kettle or no. And I'm still tired and thirsty and kinda fed up, and I really need to be getting back to work. Beer, I hear you calling me...
*Edgar Rice of that ilk, as it happens. I was such a fan of the Tarzan books when I was small, I never bothered with the Mars books at all. We are now, ahem, making up that lack.**
**And trying not to think "Oh, if only I'd been around then! I could have done all this so very much better!" That is a snare and a delusion, as we know. Though honestly, they really are an endless series of "With one bound I was free," which does get a little wearing...