On Mount Higby.
A homemade spring break for the best of them.
In perfect shorts and tank tops weather, I’ve sat outside on my newly-cleaned screened porch. The same room that was so gross when I moved in that I decided to pretend it wasn’t attached to my house is now a beautiful, sunlit reading room (complete with an outdoor outlet).
Professor Elphick’s book recommendation arrived yesterday, and I’ve set at properly devouring it, my mind thoroughly jumbled at its crazy claims and what it means it the author is right.
When I realized 72 cookies was a lot.
My cooking disasters have continued, but with notable shining successes.
In between not paying attention to the fact that that cookie recipe yields 6 dozen cookies (2 1/2 cups doesn’t sound like much until you realize that it’s talking about butter), the panicked phone call to my mother because my drumsticks were bleeding in the oven (it was gross), and the icing that kept sliding off the cake, my cooking has been met with shining success.
I’ve actually made an array of full, edible meals, which really is quite a major feat for me. I’ll analyze a boring book and write a great analysis, but ask me to cook a family sized meal and disaster is more likely than not.
My beautiful porch.
Over break, I’ve learned to make a biscuits and gravy that would knock you on your feet, and the beans and cornbread casserole I made for my friends might as well have been cooked by mother.
Besides the edible food part, my room with an oven and fridge finally has enough basic utensils and pantry items to earn its title as a kitchen.
The time apart from MS Word has been good for both of us, and I’ve watched the Dead Poets Society three times in the last week.
I’ve also discovered that 80s music does have a place in the world, even if it is restricted to morning kitchen music while making pancakes, and I finally explored that wooded path by 91, the one that leads to a mountain.
Chicken noodle soup, apples and peanut butter, and grapefruit soda on the porch.
Perhaps most notable has been the never-ending developments in my quest for a summer job, more appropriately referred to as Tori finally figured out what she wants to do with her life and, dare I say it, has a decent idea of what that means in terms of a career.
As frightening as each step in this process has been and undoubtedly still will be, it has been a lot of fun (…a word I never previously dared to associate with a job search)
Opposite of a cooking disaster.
I can’t even begin to explain all that’s happening other than to say its a lot, I never could have mapped a network this big, and it is so not over. I still am not quite sure what’s going to happen this summer, but, bit by bit, it really is all coming together.
One of the first couple weeks of the semester, we started praying about jobs at Wellspring. I was already well on my way down this crazy, exciting path with big dreams and a direction, but up to that point it wasn’t really going anywhere specific.
It’s been unbelievable watching opportunities that seemed so great completely fall apart (and my desire for them).
Reading on the hill.
Whereas, new opportunities, ones that wouldn’t have even caught my attention a year ago but are now all I want, are coming out of nowhere.
I know people that spent the break in Florida, Jamaica, Mexico, California, Hong Kong, Europe, and the Middle East. Bet none of them have had a break as fulfilling as mine–right here in Middletown, Connecticut.
-best spring break ever-