Who’d thunk that the wind could consistently blow this hard in Atlanta?
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
If someone criticizes me I am not any less because of that. It is not a criticism of me but critical thinking from him. He is expressing his thoughts and feelings, not my being.
Before, I thought I was actually fighting for my own self-worth; that is why I so desperately wanted people to like me. I thought their liking me was a comment on me, but it was a comment on them.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
Friday Is A Dangerous Night To Cook
While the injury I gave myself this past Friday while peeling potatoes wasn’t nearly as devastating as slicing off the tip of my thumb back in November it still hurt like hell. Apparently it’s a bad idea to peel potatoes using a Y-shaped peeler, at least that what the fingernail on my left-hand ring finger thought. Owie!
I carried on with the preparation and was rewarded with a fantastic meal. (see below)
ITP Flickr Pic
For Sal 😛
This was Friday night’s dinner (and due to the size of the pork loin it was Saturday’s dinner, Sunday’s lunch, and I still have leftovers). What you see above is roasted pork loin (with a pepper, lemon, salt rub), Moroccan olive bread (that I purchased from Kroger), and a medley of roasted veg (brussels sprouts, potatoes, parsnips, carrots).
For the record, it was delicious.
While I was up early enough to rush up to Rome in order to do the “Up The Creek” ride, I decided against it (something about driving all that way to ride when I can ride from my house, yadda, yadda, yadda). Instead I took the opportunity to use a beautiful Saturday to visit the Atlanta Botanical Garden. I must say that the nice, peaceful atmosphere of roaming through a garden setting is somewhat ruined by the loud sounds of construction of the much-argued Piedmont Park parking deck.
After getting my fill of flowers I headed over to the Green Market in Piedmont Park. I was hoping to find some really good vegetables, but sadly there wasn’t much that thrilled me. Instead I spent my money on stinky cheeses, five pepper chow chow, and some “rabbit-eye” blueberry jelly.
For The Birds
On Mother’s Day I found a mother around my house. Recently I’ve wondered why the birds sounded so loud outside my bedroom window. Now I know.
I wish that I was able to take a sharper photo of this but apparently the birds just ignored my posing requests.
I Think My Career As “People Photographer” Will Be Short
That is if it hasn’t ended already.
This week’s assignment was to do group photography. I have a hard enough time getting one person to pose for me, getting multiple people to do so has proven to be impossible. I even put myself in surroundings which should have made it easy but I am just completely socially inept.
I have wondered if taking a People Photography class would “make” or “break” me — “breaking” is winning.
For the record, I didn’t miss watching it.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – I am as close to happy as I shall ever by under current conditions
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Klaxons — “Golden Skans”
Website Of The Day – Because of technical difficulties I had to turn to Hulu in order to watch “The Office”. The experience was pretty good.
Exercise (b)Log – hashing, 4 miles (I think)
Monthly Foot Mileage – 6 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 25 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 194 pounds
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car, and a van from Curry Honda where the Jackmobile is getting its 75k-mile service
Monthly Marta Rides – 8
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 42 (42)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day