The Unemployed Life

9AM: Wake up. Start making bread while the bf makes French toast out of yesterday’s bread.

Mid morning: Try to find pet-sittter so I can go a one month mini-trip…

11:30am: Indulge in last piece of leftover birthday ice cream cake.

12pm: Feel very guilty about cake and go for 1 hour run. Listen to 2 Planet Money podcasts and develop small crush on Barney Frank.

1:30pm: Have left-over lunch: cream of broccoli soup and dal

2pm: Spend 30 minutes rounding up recycling, wallet, phone, and keys. Have high hopes of running errands + squeezing in a bike ride in town.

3pm: Begin adventure of driving very hard to drive vehicle 10 miles into town. Doing much better getting going in 1st. Missed 3rd at least 3 times. Oops. Soothing voice of Terry Gross helps me relax as I stumble into gear.

3:45pm: Drop off recycling. Wait until no other cars around before literally diving into magazine/newspaper recycling bin for this weeks new magazines. Practice Re-use as well as recycle.

4:30pm: Pick up backcountry.com order from UPS. Yoga pants have become my new sweatpants. Hope that vehicle does not roll away b/c of slightly sloping parking.

4:45pm: Small detour to get a mocha. Give up hopes of biking due to weather/time constraints. Decide to walk up to mini drive through instead of trying to wrangle aforementioned very hard to drive vehicle through drive through.

4:50pm: Small crisis averted. Coffee woman did not have change for large bill. But fortunately I found a bag of quarters hiding under bike shorts in my very large purse/bag.

5pm: Grocery shopping. Can not bring myself to buy chicken (Thank you Michael Pollan). Go for Wild Salmon and Portobello mushrooms instead.

7pm: Start dinner prep: Salmon with rosemary and capers. Red peppers and Eggplant.

7:03pm: Start to feel like an invalid because I don’t know how to pre-heat grill. Realize that I don’t really enjoy playing with very hot appliances that run on gas/propane. Don’t care how silly that makes me.

7:10pm: Get in trouble for not using enough olive oil. Arguing is futile. Begin to feel the fat cells in my thighs jumping up and down. Ick!

8:30pm: Another kitchen crisis. Somehow misread ingredients for Quinoa Pudding and end up with 1 extra cup of milk + almond extract instead of vanilla extract. Another 10 minutes in the oven seem to soak up the bulk of the extra liquid. Good thing no one knows what consistency quinoa pudding should be.

9pm: Serious internet research regarding alternate streams of income.

10pm: Read my new magazine finds and drink Mind Relaxing Tea (found at your local Asian market). Fall asleep to smell of one gassy dog.