Z truly is a much better cook than me [being more experimental and enthusiastic and patient] and to date he has made:
*A lovely lovely barbecue
*A creamy, gently spicey soup with salmon and spring onions
*A massive stir fry featuring prawn
*A creamy vegetable soup
*A creamy mushroom soup
and yesterday per my request:
*Chicken kebabs with an avocado and greenleaf salad and red pesto couscous [which were fantastic and we had them for breakfast the next day too].
This has been an extremely pleasant discovery for me, who does not particularly like cooking. [I don't mind cooking from time to time, but day to day I can't be arsed with anything that takes longer than twenty minutes]. On the other hand he will happily chop and sautee and season for hours, spurning offers of help. [Secretly I think it's because he gets terribly excited about playing with all his lovely new dishes and doesn't want to share his toys]. But- since this allows me to watch uninterrupted stretches of Big Brother for an hour and more, I do not complain.
 |
|
 |
|
 |
|
 |
My other discovery is that riding motorbikes no longer scares me, but has now become almost Zen. I think it's because I really trust Z [who has lots of common sense, and is careful] and then it's wonderful and relaxing [well aside from the fact that my knee acquires strain and I walk like John Wayne for about ten minutes after I've got off the bike, while feeling and strength returns to my cramped legs]. Something so powerful and almost soothing about it, hopping on to a bike with trust in my heart and surrendering primary responsibility for my life for the duration of the ride. Having such confidence in him and what he is doing that I can simply relax and sit back and enjoy the ride.
[And one non-work day when the weather is good and when I'm better, and my endurance is up then hopefully we can go to Brighton]
My hip has been paining me, yesterday the combined frustration of the last month finally got to me and I spent portions of Sunday morning crying and in a *what's the point of it all* sort of stupor. I'm just tired of the pain and the limits my body is imposing on me, and I think I'm going to keep having these moments of down, but midway through the day I perked up and Z and I creatively combined Taurus and Virgo Ascendants, in which he produced us a delicious meal [slowly] and I in return cleaned all the muck that had accumulated at the bottom of his fridge and got high and light-headed on Oxy Gel fumes and then afterwards spent some time having a lie-down swatting at little flying things that flickered through the visual field of me and me alone.
