Listing to port
Dec. 22nd, 2010 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe science of semiology says (I am sure) that signs and symbols may stand in for the thing itself. Which means that making lists is almost the same as actually doing the work, doesn't it?
Today I have made lists of what I need to do for Christmas foodings, and what I need to do for generic foodings, and what I need to do about the house. All of these lists need to be utterly enacted before Xmas Eve, in the fond hope that Karen will actually get here then.
So once I had made my lists, I went shopping. With no lists.
And came home with many things, some of which had actually been listed, and some of which might actually be useful. But probably not enough of either. At the top of the house list, f'rexample, it says "Fix the wardrobe." Which needs glue, of a strength surpassing. And I didn't so much forget that as stand there in the shop with it in my hand, and remember that I had no money, and think I could go and get money and come back. Remember it twice.
Not so much, apparently. Next thing I knew I was in another shop, something else in my hand, remembering once again that I had no money.
Did I mention that I forgot the word for fridge?
Anyway. I am home, we have things, some. And we still have time, some. Probably not enough of either, but hey. We do what we can, and give up on the rest. And the nice lady in my favourite deli gave me a Xmas bonus; wasn't that sweet?
Also, I have port. Karen likes port. I should decant the port, but that I have no decanter.
I have put a gammon to soak, and when I have cooked that tomorrow there will at least be ham and eggs in the house; we could live off ham and eggs and veggies, which I also have. Also bread, which I can make. Talking of which, would it be extravagant to bake a loaf specifically for the purpose of making bread sauce, d'you suppose? I'm not sure I am any longer capable of actually buying bread, but...
Today I have made lists of what I need to do for Christmas foodings, and what I need to do for generic foodings, and what I need to do about the house. All of these lists need to be utterly enacted before Xmas Eve, in the fond hope that Karen will actually get here then.
So once I had made my lists, I went shopping. With no lists.
And came home with many things, some of which had actually been listed, and some of which might actually be useful. But probably not enough of either. At the top of the house list, f'rexample, it says "Fix the wardrobe." Which needs glue, of a strength surpassing. And I didn't so much forget that as stand there in the shop with it in my hand, and remember that I had no money, and think I could go and get money and come back. Remember it twice.
Not so much, apparently. Next thing I knew I was in another shop, something else in my hand, remembering once again that I had no money.
Did I mention that I forgot the word for fridge?
Anyway. I am home, we have things, some. And we still have time, some. Probably not enough of either, but hey. We do what we can, and give up on the rest. And the nice lady in my favourite deli gave me a Xmas bonus; wasn't that sweet?
Also, I have port. Karen likes port. I should decant the port, but that I have no decanter.
I have put a gammon to soak, and when I have cooked that tomorrow there will at least be ham and eggs in the house; we could live off ham and eggs and veggies, which I also have. Also bread, which I can make. Talking of which, would it be extravagant to bake a loaf specifically for the purpose of making bread sauce, d'you suppose? I'm not sure I am any longer capable of actually buying bread, but...