Sore feet tonight should yield an easier day tomorrow, I think.
The cathedral cake will instead be an alpine winter wonderland, courtesy Flar's suggestion. I decided to make the pumpkin cake in a bundt pan, but I didn't adjust the baking time accordingly. The outer ring baked through enough to contain the unbaked center morass, so I transferred the whole mess to an oven safe plate to finish baking it. The transfer broke apart the ring in one spot, so the baked effect is rather close to a mountain-top meadow in shape. Flat's decorating idea is a winner; I'll post pics later.
Before I made the cake, I made cookies for Flar. He was very sweet today. We started the day with a long discussion about the scary that is Flar and Guacha's current relationship. Sure, I'm ready to be just us two, but he loves her -- I don't expect her to just magically disappear. I really don't like seeing him hurting right now. The hardest is the uncertainty.
But since he is admitting to letting the combination of health, job and Guacha get him depressed, I've taken charge of not letting him stay home and be a depresed lump. In a holiday tradition almost as mad as sleeping in the Best Buy line for Black Friday, we went grocery shopping the day before Thanksgiving. Tigger found thyme in the far back of the bottom shelf in the spices, for us and two other families. Then we found it on an endcap -- but the bargain was the brand Tigger found. :)
I made Jerk pork egg fu yung for lunch, then cleaned the kitchen before cooking. Flat kept me company most of the evening, or stayed close -- like when he sat in the jacuzzi while I put together the cranberry fluff.
He read his chapters for the marriage class homework while I was working, and we talked about it as he found bits to share. It's kind of a challenge, since he's reading the book half with he & I in mind, half with he & Guacha.
But in all, a good day.
In the roller coaster ride that is my life, I think I'm climbing the scary bit with the designer noise.
Money: Glengarry is currently back to the shopping banks stage, and Keeneland is on hold until at least January. Which means we're out of money, and kinda holding our breath on JIG continuing to make payroll. I initiated a trade last week in one of my IRAs, and we're expecting a distribution check (electronically) Friday.
Health: Flar is having lower UFs and weight gain, likely from sodium-driven water retention. Thus last week's round of cooking meat at home to use instead of lunch meats, and homemade broth instead of the meat-flavored salts that recipes tend to call out. It's easy to rest in the tactical, after all there are enough challenges. But he's giving up on the strategic -- losing faith in the hope of next year or the year after ever arriving for him.
And me? I'm a giddy school girl: my girly bits doctor told me I could have an endometrial ablation, which has a 50% chance of taking away my period entirely, and an 85% success rate at stopping heavy bleeding and breakthrough bleeding. That's scheduled for Dec. 12, so yay! Then I have a full physical on tap for Jan. 12, when I get to start out the year with a goal of getting more healthy.
Relationships: Flar & Guacha are in rocky territory right now, and he's really hurting. Flar and I are talking more as part of taking this marriage class, and just plain as part of going through tough territory right now. We're pulling together which is always better than pulling separately.
Job: I'm not liking my job as much as I used to. There are new rules in place banning listening to headsets and even banning conversation while working. Not that the latter will affect me -- I had a co-worker for a while, but she doesn't need a second job anymore, so she's quitting. Anyway, I've written up my résumé, and I'm hunting for daywork. The biggest advantage would be getting to spend weekday evenings with Flar and Tigger.
And hey! I'm now in the top half of the LJ Idol contenders. :) Go me!
Enough bibble. Sleep now.
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