Random points of (dubious) interest in my otherwise uneventful week so far:<\/p>\n
Sweets<\/a><\/strong> — in a feat best described as magic — managed to not<\/strong><\/em> break any bones in her hand after having it smashed between two heavy, wheeled, stainless steel tables at school.\u00a0 I’m sure she’s not feeling too magical right about now, but I have to tell you that accidents do happen… and her bones pulled off some kind of fucking Houdini trick by not actually being in her hand<\/em> at the moment of impact.\u00a0 I keep telling her to take this act on the road, but she reminds me that the bill for splints, ice and Advil will far outweigh any profits from the performance.\u00a0 You can read her account of the incident HERE<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n On that note, and swinging the sympathy spotlight back toward me for a moment — and this site is all about letting my inner narcissist out of his cage — my ankle is doing remarkably well.\u00a0 Walking is mostly back to normal, I have a little soreness now and again, some swelling when I don’t keep off it enough, and a lovely jolt up my leg when I step awkwardly on a piece of uneven ground.\u00a0 Subtle reminders of the frailty of the human body.<\/p>\n The new dishwasher was delivered today, to be installed by me tomorrow.\u00a0 Thank goodness, as I fear that some sort of boogeyman has taken up residence in the gaping maw under my countertop that the old dishwaher was removed from.\u00a0 I’ll have to shoo him out with a broom and a flamethrower.<\/p>\n Been eating more delicious baked goods than I can conceivably begin to list here.\u00a0 Had many and varied breads the last three weeks, and there is a dubious looking container of white goo in my fridge labeled \u201cBready Kreuger\u201d, looking for all the world like a failed experiment in Dr. Frankenstein’s lab.\u00a0 Sweets tells me it’s a sourdough starter, but I suspect it’s some sentient beastie that is going to nuzzle up to the lid of its container, pry it free, ooze under the fridge door, fall to the floor with a wet \u201cplorp\u201d sound, and come and kill me in my sleep.\u00a0 Or give me a yeast infection.\u00a0 *ba-dum-tish*<\/strong> Thank you, thank you, I’m here all week.<\/p>\n We have made two cakes for actual money so far.\u00a0 A slow start, but a start nonetheless.\u00a0 Looking for more like that.\u00a0 Am putting together a price-list for my friend who manages a local eatery, to supplement their dessert menu.\u00a0 Not a lot of money in it, but lots of fantastic practice, opportunities to hone and retool our processes, and of course, a stack of business cards to be handed out if folks ask who made what they just enjoyed.\u00a0 *crosses fingers*<\/strong> We wouldn’t complain to have more paying gigs during the week.<\/p>\n