Sawdust

My dining room table continues to look like this.

And the window seat continues to be a pile of two by fours, but they are now sporting many notches, which, I am assured, indicates progress.

To escape the mess, I'm headed to a conference for a few days, so no posts for a bit.

Starting 2008 off right

Today I've stayed at home for a day of enforced reading. I've got six articles and a book, and I admit that even though I read quite rapidly, the pile is a little ambitious even for me. To entertain you while I slog through this stack of papers, a review of our New Year's Eve with Motherrocker and family. At MR's suggestion, we prepared a series of little courses. There were
only a four of us planning to be there all evening (with assorted small children and friends joining us at various times), so we didn't need quantity, just variety.

We started with a great supply of olives and nuts leftover from Christmas feasting, followed by a sandwiches: cucumber, cheddar and roasted pepper, and, um, some with meat in them.

Later in the evening we had small scrumptious ramekins of French onion soup and Champagne cocktails. (What a discovery! How could I not have known about the delectableness contained within a Champagne cocktail. It takes the delicate flavor of sparkling wine and makes it even better by contrasting it with the slight astringency of lemon and bitters, mellowed by a bit of sugar. Wow.)
Later, when we thought we couldn't eat another bite, MR brought out a plate of homemade cookies and candies, for which she is famous (I assume - they were all great).


Some of us finished off the night with video golf. What a way to welcome the new year.

Bespectacled

This next post is pretty much just for Andrew's parents. Andrew got his first glasses on Friday, and he spent all weekend exclaiming over how much he could now see. I snapped a picture just for his mum and dad:

(The cat was much less impressed by the corrective lenses than I - I like men in glasses. It must be a physics survival mechanism.)

Styling Shapes

My big accomplishments yesterday? Writing one page of a first draft of a paper (not much, but I'm still proud to have put pen to paper) and buying this lamp.

Lately I've gotten more interested in the form of objects. This makes my life more difficult, unfortunately, because while I can slap some paint on and change the color of a piece of furniture, the basic shape is pretty much a given.

And good form doesn't come cheap. So, while I troll Craigslist and thrift stores, I also keep an eye on (gasp!) retail offerings. And when I found this lamp, I just had to have it. It's got clean lines, and the shiny chrome is going to work well with the 60's look I'm trying to achieve.

Construction Zone

We spent last weekend starting projects. Not finishing any, though, which is why the house looks like a Home Depot exploded inside it. (Which isn't actually possible, of course, because even aside from the fact that if a Home Depot did explode, the contents would probably not remain intact, you could also fit roughly two dozen apartments sized like mine into one Home Depot.) But I digress. The point is, my kitchen table is currently being used as a set of sawhorses, a dozen 2x4's are next to the couch, and the clock I'm rehabbing is spread out in the bedroom. Darn the New Year - it breeds good intentions which breed mess.

Envy

A friend and I were recently discussing an emotion that we've both been recently struggling with - jealousy. I'm not sure I had been jealous (at least in my adult life) before this. If someone's life looked better than mine, I'd take it as a signal that I needed to make my own life better, and figure out a way to do just that. But sometimes there are simply circumstances that are beyond your influence. I regularly read blogs written by people dealing with infertility, and this particular emotion often plays a supporting role there. (While I'm not going to get too detailed here, I will clarify that infertility is not what's causing my woes.)

I don't think you get much guidance on how to cope with this when you are growing up. Sesame Street does not seem to have ever done a skit on what to do if you want someone else's ice cream cone. I suppose Mr. Rogers (and I've always liked his show better than Sesame Street) would tell me to be happy with what I have. And I try. But sometimes that doesn't work very well, so then I just aim for distraction.

The grindstone

After a lovely two weeks in which I forgot my profession (I do physics? No kidding, that sounds pretty interesting; tell me more about it...) I am back, watching videos and reading papers. Yes, I watch videos for a living, although it sounds a bit more leisurely that it actually is.

I was greeted this morning at the office by a tiny frantic cockroach in one of my desk drawers, which allowed me to provide entertainment to the rest of the office with my shrieks and dash across the room. I was saved by a coworker who killed the bug. (After pointing out how tiny it was. But really, who claims that fear is proportional to size?)

I'll post pictures from our New Year's Eve celebration with Motherrocker, but not today. A lit review is beckoning, and I can't resist...