Welcome to the Good Wolf lunch, so glad you could join us. Cute wolf, too, but she looks hungry. Here, honey, have a bread stick.
So what did I accomplish this week? Well, I gained two pounds–
HEY, WHO LET THE BAD WOLF IN HERE? OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT RIGHT NOW. You’ve had enough to eat this week. Hell, after last year, you’re clinically obese.
Where’s my good wolf? Oh, there you are. Have TWO breadsticks.
So this week, I finished the 523 curriculum, figured out my appliance problem, and started a private blog.
The curriculum is for the third course in the McDaniel Writing Romance program, Structure (although I think I’m going to switch things around next time and do Structure as the second course and Character as the third). Since I now know from experience that if I assign a twenty-page reading, these people will read forty, I have scaled the readings back considerably along with the assignments. I’ll add a lot of optional stuff, too, but the pace we were setting in the last two courses was ridiculous. Also, it’s winter and we need to be kind to ourselves.
I also blocked out the whole program including a possible second year, but I did that last week so it doesn’t count as lunch. Still isn’t it pretty? Color coding is so important, I think. And tasty. Here, baby, have a curriculum.
Then I FINALLY figured out my kitchen appliance problem. It was two-fold: (a) there was no place in my tiny kitchen to put a refrigerator and (b) I’m broke. The stove was easy; I got a bottom line GE with electric burners because it looked retro, it was cheap, and I only need it for baking and scrambled eggs anyway so those fancy gas burners would just be a way for me to set myself on fire. I was amazed they still made electric coil burners, but I was also thrilled because I hated that ceramic cooktop I had in Ohio. The microwave was easy, too: a $99 basic GE I picked up at Lowe’s. You can go cheaper but I’m a slave to certain brands and a microwave is the gerbil of appliances: you don’t fix them, you just get another. (Apologizing to gerbil lovers now.)
The fridge was a different story. See the original kitchen was, uh, small. Well, here’s the original floor plan (if you click on the image and then click again, it gets bigger):
Yeah, the kitchen was ridiculous, even with the pantry. So the obvious solution was to expand into the 9′ x 9′ dining room (see picture below) which I didn’t need anyway. But I wanted it open to the living room–lots of light–and I didn’t want a fridge overwhelming the space there, so no fridge in the former-dining-room-now-cook-space. And because the old kitchen was so narrow, putting a regular fridge in there meant it would be hard to walk through. Even a counter depth fridge was going to overlap the opening to the old-pantry-new-office by a good six inches. So for months I’ve been cogitating about this and I finally came to the conclusion that had been staring me in the face since I’d bought the place: I couldn’t get a refrigerator in there.
So thinking outside the ice box, I analyzed what I needed. Which was basically:
- A place to keep milk, soda, juice, and water bottles. (And yes, white wine for when Lani comes to stay. Chipperish needs fuel.)
- A place to keep veggies, meat, cheese, and butter.
- A place to keep frozen pizza, frozen waffles, frozen ice, and anything else I want frozen.
So a drinks cooler, a small fridge, and a small freezer. The freezer was easy; Sears has a small upright Kenmore that looks vaguely the size of an old fashioned ice box and fits perfectly beside the farm sink we found in the basement and moved upstairs. The drinks cooler was harder but I found a GE that wasn’t nosebleed expensive, so that’s on order. The fridge, however, was trickier, and I finally bit the bullet and bought a Fisher Pykel drawer. If it works as advertised, it could be very cool (pun intended) since you can set it to be a freezer, a fridge, a wine cooler, and two other things I forget at the moment. Fits under the counter, frees up my sightline, empties my bank account, and solves my problem. The only thing I have to figure out now is where to put the drinks fridge since it won’t fit under a counter, but I have a plan. Now fingers crossed everything works. God knows I’ve been researching this stuff long enough, it ought to. So here, little wolf, have a kitchen appliance plan, on order.
And finally, I started a private blog. No, you can’t see it, but I’ll show you a screen shot:
Why did I start another blog? Because when I get really stressed, I go to Ravelry and look at my projects page: thumbnail after thumbnail of things I’ve made that feed my good wolf. A couple of days ago, I was in there, feeding the baby, and I thought, I need one of these for my life, a place to go where I can see where I’ve been and what I’ve done in pictures. So I headed over to WordPress, searched the photoblogging themes, picked one called “Hatch,” and started a Good Wolf journal so I can go in and write down what I accomplished that day and put up a picture to represent it. I have no idea if I can keep doing it but it does make me feel good to look at the pictures and think, “I did that.”
So there, a three-course lunch for my good wolf. And for dessert, did you see that baby in the latest picture on the journal blog? She’s there because today is my kid’s birthday. Yes, I know Mollie runs her own very successful business while taking care of my three grandchildren so “kid” may not describe her, but that was a good accomplishment in 1975, and I did call her today to tell her so, too, in spite of the fact that I’m HORRIBLE about remembering birthdays, so here, good wolf, have some ice cream and lick the bowl clean because that was a very, very good thing we did back then.
Now what are you feeding your good wolf this week?