Three good things, for a certain definition of “good”:
1. I stayed home today and got to swipe a good load of Amy’s Gluten-Free Non-Dairy Burritos for the nights when I can’t cook for one reason or another. I’ve found that Amy’s does ok with pasta (which they do have GF versions of) and Mexican dishes, and horribly with anything else (I’m never going to forget nor forgive their soy cheez pizza).
2. I visited the Bainbridge Island museum and watched a documentary about a WWII Japanese internment camp. It made me sad, and think about the past—something resonated there, though I’m not exactly sure what. As a result of this and some discussion with a friend of mine (who pulls no punches! And I’m very glad for that), I’m ready to face the reconstruction of my father as a flawed (very flawed) human being, rather than a mysterious all-powerful monster. The monster bit used to be useful when I needed to make clear-cut life-or-death decisions while on the run from my parents; nowadays, the monster construct drives my nightmares.
3. I got to watch the enchantment of Mark Reads The Eye of Argon as well as Shadow of the Night Dragons: Book One: The Dead City.
4. Chocolate-vanilla DF ice cream again! This is great fun to make, both the making of the black soybeans-rice-sesame seed milk with my Soya Joy G3 and the churning of the ice cream. It’s creamy and subtle and wonderful and nice. By the way, for any milk from the Soya Joy that’s purely going to be for drinking, I usually use 2/3rds of a cup of sugar for sweetness and a generous 1.5 tablespoons of vanilla extract per batch.
5. I read Immersion by Aliette de Bodard again. It’s a wonderful Vietnam in spaaace story.
A thing I like about myself: Sometimes I really will face the music. Not all the time, not as often as I’d like, and sometimes needing a prod to the buttocks, but not never.