unexpected

So, I cooked Indian food today. I had planned on finishing Disgrace, working on my resume and personal statement, writing emails to international people about visiting and maybe teaching, writing in my journal and working on a story, and working out. But, instead, I cooked soup, and spinach,and pureed cauliflower. I figured out how to peel ginger root (with a teaspoon). And, I've been wanting to cook something "Indian" for awhile. The house that I'm dogsitting in has a great kitchen; so, it seemed the perfect opportunity.

I hesitate to call it "Indian". Firstly, I got the recipes off the internet and bought all the ingredients at the local Harris Teeter. Secondly, I was listening to Alison Krauss while cooking-- surely that messes with the ethnic mojo. Now if it were pintos, greens and cornbread-- we'd be golden. Thirdly, I was the cook-- um, I have some Indian friends. But, less face it, Butter Chicken is one of my favorite Indian dishes.

And, Maggie barfed three times tonight just before 10pm. Don't worry: she only threw up on carpet. Why barf on tile or wood when you can hurl on pale blue carpet? I started to use sarcasm on her, then I realized that it would be wasted.

I had an interesting lunch with my pastor today. We met to talk about my teaching a Sunday School class, but we spent a majority of the time talking theology and church dynamics.

Spring break: I need to decide between Philadelphia and Charleston & Savannah. I'm leaning towards C&S because of weather and apparently that's when a lot of the mansions are open to the public.

Internet is very tempting this weekend. I don't know if that means I should get internet at home as to build up my tolerance or use this weekend as a warning.