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"don't break all the machines now"
Today's subject line comes from the dude sassin' me as we crossed paths on my way to the Y.
I almost didn't go. I was on a roll with work, and it was tempting to crank through some more items on the list, and to get home earlier to other must-dos. But there are people I really enjoy moving and smiling with (like, watching them = instant energy), the instructor (Evelyn Wilson, aka "NFL diva" -- the happiest person in this city during the draft, in my circles) delivers "Majesty Moment" mini-sermons at the end of class that I do not mind in the slightest because they are authentically affirming ("Remember, you are royalty. You are kings and queens and you don't tear each other down, because there are plenty of people out there ready to do that. You help each other with your crowns and don't let anybody tell you you are less than"), and for the third week in a row we did "the Beyoncé warmup" (a medley of "Freedom," the Coachella "Drunk in Love/Swag Surfin/Diva" sequence, "Countdown," and maybe a couple more songs I'm not remembering), which I would happily do every session. So yay me for getting over there.
It's a good thing we don't keep a swear jar in this household, because it's but the third day of the month and it would be full already. In one instance, it was realizing that I'd neglected my roses for so long that sodding ivy had had sodding time to twine its way up a branch.
There are a lot of reasons I'm angry (at least 250 of them in DC, to begin with...). But the two surviving bushes are still doing their thang. There's even a bud this late in the summer:
And, I pulled together another pie, this time with the aging bananas and nectarines (and crust that had been in the freezer for probably half a year):
I almost didn't go. I was on a roll with work, and it was tempting to crank through some more items on the list, and to get home earlier to other must-dos. But there are people I really enjoy moving and smiling with (like, watching them = instant energy), the instructor (Evelyn Wilson, aka "NFL diva" -- the happiest person in this city during the draft, in my circles) delivers "Majesty Moment" mini-sermons at the end of class that I do not mind in the slightest because they are authentically affirming ("Remember, you are royalty. You are kings and queens and you don't tear each other down, because there are plenty of people out there ready to do that. You help each other with your crowns and don't let anybody tell you you are less than"), and for the third week in a row we did "the Beyoncé warmup" (a medley of "Freedom," the Coachella "Drunk in Love/Swag Surfin/Diva" sequence, "Countdown," and maybe a couple more songs I'm not remembering), which I would happily do every session. So yay me for getting over there.
It's a good thing we don't keep a swear jar in this household, because it's but the third day of the month and it would be full already. In one instance, it was realizing that I'd neglected my roses for so long that sodding ivy had had sodding time to twine its way up a branch.
There are a lot of reasons I'm angry (at least 250 of them in DC, to begin with...). But the two surviving bushes are still doing their thang. There's even a bud this late in the summer:
And, I pulled together another pie, this time with the aging bananas and nectarines (and crust that had been in the freezer for probably half a year):
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Which is a long way of saying, odds are I wouldn't have been amused if the comment had come from some bro outside of that demographic -- especially not some douchebag on a pedal tavern -- but in this case the dude reminded me of my friends T. and L., who can get away with saying that stuff to me because they also give me props for being dangerous. ;)
On an unrelated subject, I didn't forget about your request for Bittman's recipe:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1lmOtTHSpJG5N_tCSQs_dOqELbG4u0S9l/view?usp=sharing (the book was behind a bunch of other things until tonight...)
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