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anarchist_nomad) wrote2012-01-29 11:46 pm
anarchist_nomad) wrote2012-01-29 11:46 pm
1: Ordinary World
In the spirit of my new 100 Posts in 100 Days challenge, here is a quick entry to chronicle what I did today:
Today was a fairly mellow Sunday. I started off by going to St. Andrew's Church, here in Headington, to ring bells for the morning services. Only four of us were intrepid enough to show up on a sleepy Sunday morning... which, alas, limited what we were able to ring.
After ringing, I returned to Chiron Beta Prime to make breakfast for myself and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cheshcat. Over tea and crumpets with damson jam[*], I read some more of my current non-fiction book, Paul Krugman's The Conscience of a Liberal. The book was a Yule gift from the gregarious gyades. The man knows me well -- when it comes to matters economic, Krugman is my heartthrob!
In the afternoon,cheshcat napped whist I engaged in such wonderment as producing an updated financial analysis for our household. Exciting, I know. On the plus side, we seem to be in pretty good shape right now! Then, when evening approached, I went into city centre to ring for services at my home tower -- St. Giles Church. The band was slightly larger -- six of us -- so we were able to ring some slightly more interesting methods, like Grandsire Doubles.
Returning home once more, my belovedcheshcat and I were had the pleasure of a cameo appearance from the lovely wolfpeach. He came bearing food, which made his visit even more awesometacular than usual! Then it was off to the Barton pool for me, where I hopped in and swam a mile. As always, it feels wonderful to get into the water -- tis the elemental in me!
When all was said and swum, I made my way back to Chiron Beta Prime once more and prepared dinner. Then I put my darlingcheshcat to bed and, once she was neatly tucked in, went out for a run. I recently started the NHS's Couch-to-5K programme, as part of my goal of doing an Olympic triathlon. The running part of this is 10km, which I will freely admit is beyond me at the moment. Current plans have me finishing the nine week Couch-to-5K scheme, then using it as a springboard to training for a 10km race later this year. Once I can do that, I should be in good shape to start serious triathlon training, as the swimming portion is only 1500 meters -- or 100 meters less than the mile that I regularly swim.
Finally, I came back home and curled up with LiveJournal, launching the 100 Posts in 100 Days project. As I said at the beginning, today was not a terribly adventurous day; I stuck around Oxford and did fairly routine things. Tis the dark season, which makes it a time more suited for focusing on goals close to home. Soon enough, the light will be returning in force and the outward excursions will resume once more. Until then, there is much than can be done to take full advantage of these dark days.
On that note, dear friends, I take my leave of you. Happy Sunday to all, and to all a good night!
[*] Jam courtesy of the ever-awesomewolfpeach.
Today was a fairly mellow Sunday. I started off by going to St. Andrew's Church, here in Headington, to ring bells for the morning services. Only four of us were intrepid enough to show up on a sleepy Sunday morning... which, alas, limited what we were able to ring.
After ringing, I returned to Chiron Beta Prime to make breakfast for myself and
cheshcat. Over tea and crumpets with damson jam[*], I read some more of my current non-fiction book, Paul Krugman's The Conscience of a Liberal. The book was a Yule gift from the gregarious gyades. The man knows me well -- when it comes to matters economic, Krugman is my heartthrob! In the afternoon,
cheshcat napped whist I engaged in such wonderment as producing an updated financial analysis for our household. Exciting, I know. On the plus side, we seem to be in pretty good shape right now! Then, when evening approached, I went into city centre to ring for services at my home tower -- St. Giles Church. The band was slightly larger -- six of us -- so we were able to ring some slightly more interesting methods, like Grandsire Doubles. Returning home once more, my beloved
cheshcat and I were had the pleasure of a cameo appearance from the lovely wolfpeach. He came bearing food, which made his visit even more awesometacular than usual! Then it was off to the Barton pool for me, where I hopped in and swam a mile. As always, it feels wonderful to get into the water -- tis the elemental in me!When all was said and swum, I made my way back to Chiron Beta Prime once more and prepared dinner. Then I put my darling
cheshcat to bed and, once she was neatly tucked in, went out for a run. I recently started the NHS's Couch-to-5K programme, as part of my goal of doing an Olympic triathlon. The running part of this is 10km, which I will freely admit is beyond me at the moment. Current plans have me finishing the nine week Couch-to-5K scheme, then using it as a springboard to training for a 10km race later this year. Once I can do that, I should be in good shape to start serious triathlon training, as the swimming portion is only 1500 meters -- or 100 meters less than the mile that I regularly swim. Finally, I came back home and curled up with LiveJournal, launching the 100 Posts in 100 Days project. As I said at the beginning, today was not a terribly adventurous day; I stuck around Oxford and did fairly routine things. Tis the dark season, which makes it a time more suited for focusing on goals close to home. Soon enough, the light will be returning in force and the outward excursions will resume once more. Until then, there is much than can be done to take full advantage of these dark days.
On that note, dear friends, I take my leave of you. Happy Sunday to all, and to all a good night!
[*] Jam courtesy of the ever-awesome
wolfpeach.
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Does damson jam taste anything like beach-plum jam? Growing up on Long Island, I had a neighbor who would go to the beach in the summertime and pick wild beach plums and make jam, and it was very tasty. Damsons are a type of plum also, I think...
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If R doesn't like them, why not buy "English" muffins for him and crumpets for yourself? Two slices of each in the toaster -- why not? :-D
As for your jam question, I'm afraid that I am somewhat useless here. I know what damson jam tastes like, having a jar in my fridge right now... but I'm not sure that I have ever sampled beach-plum jam. Looks like a "jam exchange" may be in the works!
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(In the meantime, I'll practice by making pikelets!)
All I knew about damsons were that they are a type of plum. I Wiki'd "damson" and "beach plum", and the only useful information I found is that damsons are most often made into jam because their skins have an unpleasantly acid flavor, while beach plums are naturally sweet and can be eaten out of hand, as well as making tasty jam. Since I wouldn't begin to know where to find beach plum jam, the exchange will have to wait. I ought to be able to harvest wild beach plums along the Jersey shore (they ripen in August or September) - the ecosystem isn't very different from that of the beaches of Long Island. If I can, then I'll make some beach plum jam, and give you a jar in October.
Wow, it's been a long time since I made homemade jam! The places we lived when A. was a child had wild raspberry canes growing profusely all around, to the degree that many people considered them a noxious weed. I'd send A. out to pick berries for me, then make jam; if the Goddess was providing us with all this food for free, it seemed both wasteful and ungrateful not to make use of it! Sometimes I'd get bored with jam, and make and freeze some pies, and a couple of times I made spiced fruit cordials. There were also some rose bushes that a previous occupant of the house had planted. I never sprayed or fertilized them, or paid any attention to them at all, except to make rose-petal jam a few times, and rose beads. Once A. grew up, though, I didn't bother picking feral fruits myself.