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17. I am learning to take care of myself.
17. I am learning to take care of myself.
I've gotten ahead of myself on the May list--today's entry was written last evening, so all I had to do was hit "load" and then "submit" in Semagic--but behind on other things. As I warned earlier, I'm not even going to try for linearity.
The Peruvian place: my original plan was a new appetizer and a main dish I knew I liked. The appetizer was papas a la Huancaina, cold potatoes in a spicy cheese sauce. Delicious. Alas, half the table couldn't try it, because it triggered enough different allergies, but those who could liked it. The main dish was the shrimp, which I wound up trading with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
papersky after her beef stew turned out to have peppers in it. We both came out ahead: I grabbed a shrimp and discovered that I was far more in the mood for the stew I had in front of me than for the meal I'd ordered. Meanwhile, jonsinger had asked if they had chicha, and ordered two glasses, one for himself and one for everyone to try. The second went around, and I claimed it after we'd all tasted it, and wound up ordering another as the meal went on. Chicha (in this case, chicha morada) is an Andean drink based mostly on corn; it's sweet and not quite like anything else I've had, which is part of the appeal.
Geodesic dome: this is a leftover from either the World's Fair or the 1976 Olympics. Either way, it's magnificent, science as art and a triumph of beauty over utility, a gorgeous, huge openwork structure. There's a building set inside it, which now houses the Museum of Water. Maps of the local (to Montreal) waters, all the way from Lake Superior through the St. Lawrence to the sea. Exhibits on water use and conservation. A fine temporary exhibit of model insects, all bright and sparkly, and the fancy insect-shaped knives Papersky wrote about. And, best of all, the footbath. Cool water, benches with room for at least a dozen, and plenty of towels, to dry off after and reassure people that yes, you're supposed to do this.
At the top level of the museum, you can go outside and look at the sky and the park through the dome. We'd already looked at the sky through the dome, from ground level, enjoying the patterns of the structure, but the effect is different when you can look straight out, or even down, as well as up.
After visiting the museum, we played in the park, including looking at the water and going on the swings. *grin* I needed a little persuading, because I'd tripped over a tree root, but we all swung, and we all enjoyed it. On the way back to the Metro, I spotted a dark movement in the undergrowth, which turned out to be a groundhog. We got a long look as it moved around a small area between two paths; I think it was Jon who identified it, and who figured out where its burrow was. It didn't have the boldness of a park squirrel--few animals do--but it wasn't as shy as I would have expected.
Much good chocolate: Jon bought a bunch, which we tried; Papersky andrysmiel had some in the house, which was also passed around; I'd picked up a bar of milk chocolate with blueberry filling (disappointing, but I generally prefer dark chocolate) which we also shared. At the maple ice cream place/cafe, I had canteloupe sorbet, and then chocolate ice cream. They had three chocolates--the one that caught my eye, and that I tasted and then ordered, was Belgian, with an intense chocolate flavor and bits of dark chocolate in it.
After restoring ourselves with tea and ice cream (there's something amusing as well as pleasant in having a teacup in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other), we went to see the Varna exhibit, something else I was glad to go back to, especially since it's going back to Bulgaria in a couple of weeks. This time I bought the little exhibit book, which is arranged in the conventional order of oldest-first, whereas the exhibit starts you in the Middle Ages, and takes you back to the Mesolithic. Very effective, moving from the (relatively) familiar, pottery and iron weapons and Greek inscriptions, to the strange.
The Peruvian place: my original plan was a new appetizer and a main dish I knew I liked. The appetizer was papas a la Huancaina, cold potatoes in a spicy cheese sauce. Delicious. Alas, half the table couldn't try it, because it triggered enough different allergies, but those who could liked it. The main dish was the shrimp, which I wound up trading with
papersky after her beef stew turned out to have peppers in it. We both came out ahead: I grabbed a shrimp and discovered that I was far more in the mood for the stew I had in front of me than for the meal I'd ordered. Meanwhile, jonsinger had asked if they had chicha, and ordered two glasses, one for himself and one for everyone to try. The second went around, and I claimed it after we'd all tasted it, and wound up ordering another as the meal went on. Chicha (in this case, chicha morada) is an Andean drink based mostly on corn; it's sweet and not quite like anything else I've had, which is part of the appeal.Geodesic dome: this is a leftover from either the World's Fair or the 1976 Olympics. Either way, it's magnificent, science as art and a triumph of beauty over utility, a gorgeous, huge openwork structure. There's a building set inside it, which now houses the Museum of Water. Maps of the local (to Montreal) waters, all the way from Lake Superior through the St. Lawrence to the sea. Exhibits on water use and conservation. A fine temporary exhibit of model insects, all bright and sparkly, and the fancy insect-shaped knives Papersky wrote about. And, best of all, the footbath. Cool water, benches with room for at least a dozen, and plenty of towels, to dry off after and reassure people that yes, you're supposed to do this.
At the top level of the museum, you can go outside and look at the sky and the park through the dome. We'd already looked at the sky through the dome, from ground level, enjoying the patterns of the structure, but the effect is different when you can look straight out, or even down, as well as up.
After visiting the museum, we played in the park, including looking at the water and going on the swings. *grin* I needed a little persuading, because I'd tripped over a tree root, but we all swung, and we all enjoyed it. On the way back to the Metro, I spotted a dark movement in the undergrowth, which turned out to be a groundhog. We got a long look as it moved around a small area between two paths; I think it was Jon who identified it, and who figured out where its burrow was. It didn't have the boldness of a park squirrel--few animals do--but it wasn't as shy as I would have expected.
Much good chocolate: Jon bought a bunch, which we tried; Papersky and
rysmiel had some in the house, which was also passed around; I'd picked up a bar of milk chocolate with blueberry filling (disappointing, but I generally prefer dark chocolate) which we also shared. At the maple ice cream place/cafe, I had canteloupe sorbet, and then chocolate ice cream. They had three chocolates--the one that caught my eye, and that I tasted and then ordered, was Belgian, with an intense chocolate flavor and bits of dark chocolate in it.After restoring ourselves with tea and ice cream (there's something amusing as well as pleasant in having a teacup in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other), we went to see the Varna exhibit, something else I was glad to go back to, especially since it's going back to Bulgaria in a couple of weeks. This time I bought the little exhibit book, which is arranged in the conventional order of oldest-first, whereas the exhibit starts you in the Middle Ages, and takes you back to the Mesolithic. Very effective, moving from the (relatively) familiar, pottery and iron weapons and Greek inscriptions, to the strange.
I've gotten ahead of myself on the May list--today's entry was written last evening, so all I had to do was hit "load" and then "submit" in Semagic--but behind on other things. As I warned earlier, I'm not even going to try for linearity.
The Peruvian place: my original plan was a new appetizer and a main dish I knew I liked. The appetizer was papas a la Huancaina, cold potatoes in a spicy cheese sauce. Delicious. Alas, half the table couldn't try it, because it triggered enough different allergies, but those who could liked it. The main dish was the shrimp, which I wound up trading withpapersky after her beef stew turned out to have peppers in it. We both came out ahead: I grabbed a shrimp and discovered that I was far more in the mood for the stew I had in front of me than for the meal I'd ordered. Meanwhile, jonsinger had asked if they had chicha, and ordered two glasses, one for himself and one for everyone to try. The second went around, and I claimed it after we'd all tasted it, and wound up ordering another as the meal went on. Chicha (in this case, chicha morada) is an Andean drink based mostly on corn; it's sweet and not quite like anything else I've had, which is part of the appeal.
Geodesic dome: this is a leftover from either the World's Fair or the 1976 Olympics. Either way, it's magnificent, science as art and a triumph of beauty over utility, a gorgeous, huge openwork structure. There's a building set inside it, which now houses the Museum of Water. Maps of the local (to Montreal) waters, all the way from Lake Superior through the St. Lawrence to the sea. Exhibits on water use and conservation. A fine temporary exhibit of model insects, all bright and sparkly, and the fancy insect-shaped knives Papersky wrote about. And, best of all, the footbath. Cool water, benches with room for at least a dozen, and plenty of towels, to dry off after and reassure people that yes, you're supposed to do this.
At the top level of the museum, you can go outside and look at the sky and the park through the dome. We'd already looked at the sky through the dome, from ground level, enjoying the patterns of the structure, but the effect is different when you can look straight out, or even down, as well as up.
After visiting the museum, we played in the park, including looking at the water and going on the swings. *grin* I needed a little persuading, because I'd tripped over a tree root, but we all swung, and we all enjoyed it. On the way back to the Metro, I spotted a dark movement in the undergrowth, which turned out to be a groundhog. We got a long look as it moved around a small area between two paths; I think it was Jon who identified it, and who figured out where its burrow was. It didn't have the boldness of a park squirrel--few animals do--but it wasn't as shy as I would have expected.
Much good chocolate: Jon bought a bunch, which we tried; Papersky andrysmiel had some in the house, which was also passed around; I'd picked up a bar of milk chocolate with blueberry filling (disappointing, but I generally prefer dark chocolate) which we also shared. At the maple ice cream place/cafe, I had canteloupe sorbet, and then chocolate ice cream. They had three chocolates--the one that caught my eye, and that I tasted and then ordered, was Belgian, with an intense chocolate flavor and bits of dark chocolate in it.
After restoring ourselves with tea and ice cream (there's something amusing as well as pleasant in having a teacup in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other), we went to see the Varna exhibit, something else I was glad to go back to, especially since it's going back to Bulgaria in a couple of weeks. This time I bought the little exhibit book, which is arranged in the conventional order of oldest-first, whereas the exhibit starts you in the Middle Ages, and takes you back to the Mesolithic. Very effective, moving from the (relatively) familiar, pottery and iron weapons and Greek inscriptions, to the strange.
The Peruvian place: my original plan was a new appetizer and a main dish I knew I liked. The appetizer was papas a la Huancaina, cold potatoes in a spicy cheese sauce. Delicious. Alas, half the table couldn't try it, because it triggered enough different allergies, but those who could liked it. The main dish was the shrimp, which I wound up trading with
papersky after her beef stew turned out to have peppers in it. We both came out ahead: I grabbed a shrimp and discovered that I was far more in the mood for the stew I had in front of me than for the meal I'd ordered. Meanwhile, jonsinger had asked if they had chicha, and ordered two glasses, one for himself and one for everyone to try. The second went around, and I claimed it after we'd all tasted it, and wound up ordering another as the meal went on. Chicha (in this case, chicha morada) is an Andean drink based mostly on corn; it's sweet and not quite like anything else I've had, which is part of the appeal.Geodesic dome: this is a leftover from either the World's Fair or the 1976 Olympics. Either way, it's magnificent, science as art and a triumph of beauty over utility, a gorgeous, huge openwork structure. There's a building set inside it, which now houses the Museum of Water. Maps of the local (to Montreal) waters, all the way from Lake Superior through the St. Lawrence to the sea. Exhibits on water use and conservation. A fine temporary exhibit of model insects, all bright and sparkly, and the fancy insect-shaped knives Papersky wrote about. And, best of all, the footbath. Cool water, benches with room for at least a dozen, and plenty of towels, to dry off after and reassure people that yes, you're supposed to do this.
At the top level of the museum, you can go outside and look at the sky and the park through the dome. We'd already looked at the sky through the dome, from ground level, enjoying the patterns of the structure, but the effect is different when you can look straight out, or even down, as well as up.
After visiting the museum, we played in the park, including looking at the water and going on the swings. *grin* I needed a little persuading, because I'd tripped over a tree root, but we all swung, and we all enjoyed it. On the way back to the Metro, I spotted a dark movement in the undergrowth, which turned out to be a groundhog. We got a long look as it moved around a small area between two paths; I think it was Jon who identified it, and who figured out where its burrow was. It didn't have the boldness of a park squirrel--few animals do--but it wasn't as shy as I would have expected.
Much good chocolate: Jon bought a bunch, which we tried; Papersky and
rysmiel had some in the house, which was also passed around; I'd picked up a bar of milk chocolate with blueberry filling (disappointing, but I generally prefer dark chocolate) which we also shared. At the maple ice cream place/cafe, I had canteloupe sorbet, and then chocolate ice cream. They had three chocolates--the one that caught my eye, and that I tasted and then ordered, was Belgian, with an intense chocolate flavor and bits of dark chocolate in it.After restoring ourselves with tea and ice cream (there's something amusing as well as pleasant in having a teacup in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other), we went to see the Varna exhibit, something else I was glad to go back to, especially since it's going back to Bulgaria in a couple of weeks. This time I bought the little exhibit book, which is arranged in the conventional order of oldest-first, whereas the exhibit starts you in the Middle Ages, and takes you back to the Mesolithic. Very effective, moving from the (relatively) familiar, pottery and iron weapons and Greek inscriptions, to the strange.
I made a slow start today, but I did get to the gym and do a thorough workout. ( more reps, less weight )
I also made a few notes about things I may want to do on Monday with the trainer; the leg press machine in the weight room; lat pulldowns; more stretches.
After the workout, I took a train down to Chinatown for a snack: a roast pork bun, a beef curry flaky pastry, and a cup of tea.
Checked the park on the way home for the goslingscattitude spotted yesterday. They were there, walking across the mud between their parents, too far away to be visible other than as small moving dots. There were also three ducklings, closer to us, on the same mudflat.
I also made a few notes about things I may want to do on Monday with the trainer; the leg press machine in the weight room; lat pulldowns; more stretches.
After the workout, I took a train down to Chinatown for a snack: a roast pork bun, a beef curry flaky pastry, and a cup of tea.
Checked the park on the way home for the goslings
cattitude spotted yesterday. They were there, walking across the mud between their parents, too far away to be visible other than as small moving dots. There were also three ducklings, closer to us, on the same mudflat.I made a slow start today, but I did get to the gym and do a thorough workout. ( more reps, less weight )
I also made a few notes about things I may want to do on Monday with the trainer; the leg press machine in the weight room; lat pulldowns; more stretches.
After the workout, I took a train down to Chinatown for a snack: a roast pork bun, a beef curry flaky pastry, and a cup of tea.
Checked the park on the way home for the goslingscattitude spotted yesterday. They were there, walking across the mud between their parents, too far away to be visible other than as small moving dots. There were also three ducklings, closer to us, on the same mudflat.
I also made a few notes about things I may want to do on Monday with the trainer; the leg press machine in the weight room; lat pulldowns; more stretches.
After the workout, I took a train down to Chinatown for a snack: a roast pork bun, a beef curry flaky pastry, and a cup of tea.
Checked the park on the way home for the goslings
cattitude spotted yesterday. They were there, walking across the mud between their parents, too far away to be visible other than as small moving dots. There were also three ducklings, closer to us, on the same mudflat..