March just kicked my ass. We had plans or company from out of town every single weekend. In the middle of those weekends I kept myself entertained by getting sick, then when I was better I went and hurt my back. March is apparently seeping into April because I seem to be getting sick again, this time a nasty cough that I can feel in my lungs. Of course, we have company for dinner tonight. Good times.
For your health I have a little PSA*. When I have leftover wine from work I started putting it in these glass jugs I bought. Over time and with a little help it turns into wine vinegar. The two vats of red I had going were definitely ready this weekend, so I filtered one and heated it up a little to kill any leftover bacteria/yeast/whateveryouwanttocallit. White wine takes a heckuva long time to turn and only one of the two white wine jugs had. Since it is still cold in these here parts I decided to help the slower one along by putting some of the "mother" from the one that was working into the one that wasn't.
One of the jugs was on the bottom of the shelf we keep in the kitchen that has all my cookbooks on it. If I haven't told you before, I am sort of a cookbook addict, so there are a lot of them. And they are heavy, cookbooks. I realized a couple of weeks ago that it was time to do something about the shelf because the top level was so heavy it pushed down the tabs that were holding it up and it fell onto the second shelf. Well apparently the second shelf also fell from the weight of two levels of books and the jug was one of the things holding up two layers of books. Something had to be done so I started taking books off of the middle shelf. You know, because that was the shelf that was preventing me from taking the wine jug out. I figured I would deal with the top layer after I dealt with the wine/vinegar. Here's the stupidity part. I was almost done clearing the middle shelf and lo and behold all the books that were holding up the top shelf were gone and the top shelf had the heaviest books (brilliant strategy, by the way) and it went the way of gravity and fell even farther. Onto my hand. It hurt so bad that I yelled out, "Motherfucker!!!!!!!!!!!" Husband came running and it hurt so bad that I couldn't even talk to tell him what happened. Now I have a couple of purple and swollen digits. I think I am lucky they didn't break.
So, the moral of the story? Oh gosh, there are just so many. Put your heaviest cookbooks on the bottom shelf? Even if they are the ones you use the most. Don't be fucking stupid? That's definitely how I felt. But really, the real lesson is: Gravity Works.
Perhaps in the most universal sense March is still around kicking my ass. Or this is some meanass April Fools joke (of course the almost-finger-breaking happened on Saturday)?. Either way, could it PLEASE be April now?
Apparently Melissa Summers was speaking to my (literally) bruised muse when she had an interview recently with Leah Peah. "All blogs have value if they have 4 readers or 4,000. You just have to keep writing what you love and the people who are supposed to be reading it and the people who are important to you will find it."
*PSA link found via Dan.
Posted by kerewin at April 4, 2006 08:30 AM