Friday May 25, 2012 DITL

[spryng]

(I recently joined the ditl community, which is a Day In the Life type project where you go around with a camera and document your day every eight days. It's a lot of fun and it's getting me using my camera again which I've been in sore need of. You should do it sometime, too, so I can creepily peer into your life like a hired stalker. :D )




Didn't sleep well - woke up at 2:30 and then every twenty minutes thereafter. Finally get up a few minutes before my alarm goes off and put the kettle on.


Set up the French press for our pre-workout caffeine jolt.






I decide to take a shower while the press steeps.


Mixing up my no-poo concoction. Baking soda and vinegar, FTW.


'Cause I got to do something with this bedhead. After getting my hairs cut last weekend, I'm quickly rediscovering short hair's crazy, crazy ways.


Put on my deo, post shower. Another concoction - this one coconut oil and baking soda. It works surprisingly well. But hasn't cured the nasty scratches I got from one of the cat's earlier.


Time to wake up the Lady; Darjeeling is playing guard kitty this morning.


Dressed for whatever they can throw at us at Crossfit this morning.


Still have a few minutes, so I check movie times for later tonight.


...and quickly rip a few CDs from the next audiobook for my workday.


On our way - the sky is already light and it's not even ten past five.




Our box recently moved to new digs, so all they've got is a sketchy sign out front.


It's pretty sweet inside, though.


5:30am class, warming up.


Check out the board for the workout - snatch grip remaining dead lift, then 8 rounds of 10 dumbbell cross chops, 6 jumping lunges, 5 push-ups. Not too bad, I think.


What was that I said about not too bad? Oh god - my arms were falling off by the end of that workout. And then our coach revealed that she had doubled the number of cross chops on us.


Sun is fully up now - it's 6:30.




Lady fixated on catching that one drop of sweat with the camera.


Get home, feed the cats.


Make the real coffee.


Clean up the now empty fritatta pan.


Short hair strangely takes more effort than shoulder-length. I spritz it with homemade hairspray and clip the unruly bits in place.


And lo, I'm a real human being again.


Dab on an imp from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.


Back into the car so Lady can drop me off at the bus stop - I wouldn't make it in there in time if I walked now.


Full light - it's past 7am. Only going to get hotter from here.






It's the Friday of a three-day weekend: there was no one on the roads or the bus and I get to work pretty early.


No time for breakfast before leaving, so I eat it at work. Sausage, coffee, my audiobook-filled ipod and my first list.



I steal the last few minutes to check my email.



Time for the run - we take turns running the mail to the other departments. I love getting the chance to leave the building.



The elevator in the old courthouse - the only way to get to the basement. It's very helpfully labeled.



The basement is full up with old records.



...and creepy locked doors. This one in particular has been slowly opening further and further each day. There's a combination on the open door and another lock on the inner one and I really, really don't want to know what's in there. I leaned in one day in passing, to peer in and prove I wasn't easily terrified, and when I heard scuffling noises, ran like a bat.



This door leads to freedom and sunlight.



Lunchtime! Zucchini from our CSA share roasted and stuffed with goat cheese and sprinkled with balsamic.



...and time again to get the heck out of the building for my actual lunch break.



I get to walk by my old work place every day. Sometimes I stare up there and wonder who works there now.



Something going on in my usual lunch haunt. A wedding...?



I park myself down and get to writing in my favorite corner.



Back to work and it's time for iced tea and frittata.



At four I get to set my desk up for standing height. It's a long story.



Time ticks by slower than frozen molasses.



FINALLY.






Lady picks me up from work so we can go straight to dinner. It's date night!



Ciao, downtown!



Sushi time!






So good.



Afterwards, we have to stop by the lab to pick up some meat and for Lady to do some SCIENCE.



This means Serious Science.



Very Serious.



Finish the science -



Grab the meats -



- and then we go to an Asian market to pick up red bean mochi, having decided that going to a movie on a Friday night may not be the most fun.



Target acquired.



Mochis, wine, and the second season of Community - this is a successful date night.



It's late - I clean up the kitchen and get ready for bed.



But only after marveling at how crazy our cat is.



The clock still thinks it's February - its battery keeps falling out these days. Poor thing is getting old.

Comments

[pennywhistle.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that lunch sounds amazing! I never thought of stuffing zucchini with goat cheese!!
Where did you go for sushi?

[spryng.livejournal.com]

Yoshimatsu - they have that "sushimatsu" corner that is pretty delicious.
We got a huge zucchini from the CSA and I had been thinking all day about what to do with it. Somehow I got stuffed zucchini stuck in my head and it was only a short hop to goat cheese and roasting from there. I bet you could do all sorts of delicious concoctions with zucchini in that manner. I bet we'll have the opportunity to try it out on you at some point. :D

[the-verb.livejournal.com]

DITL is so neat... I'd always forget to take the pics, though.

Cooking sometime? I have veggies that need going.

[spryng.livejournal.com]

It helps that I have a big hulk of a camera, but even then I was still constantly forgetting. I could have had more photos of my breaks at work, but I forgot to take the camera with me - twice.
Also: yes. We're vamoosing to Patagonia for today, but we'll still need to cook up a storm tomorrow if you want to come on down. <3

[audesapere.livejournal.com]

i love these. I love DITL. i keep wanting to do one of my own, but the nature of my job (work with kids whose parents don't understand English well enough to understand what i'd mean if I asked for permission to take & pot photos) means that if I did one, it would be a ton of ceiling pictures or boring pictures of workbooks.

[spryng.livejournal.com]

DITL kind of forces you to work around those limitations, though, and find ways to document the corners of your day. The nature of my job might as well be staring at the ceilings, but that's why a lot of other people who do DITL take photos of their food in the middle of the day. There's still so much out there to photograph, so many interesting little details. Even if it means most of your pictures come from the two-three hours that bookend your day.
It also means a lot of people post tons of cat photos, but, well, it's the internet. There are never too many cat photos. :)