Panzanella

Generosity lies less in giving much than in giving at the right moment.
-- Jean de La Bruyère

Sunday, September 9, 2001
One year ago: Yasha's Wedding
Two years ago: Catching Up
Four years ago: A Most Vehement Flame

Jack said I should have woken him earlier! But usually I let him sleep as much as he seems to need to. His problems with sleep apnea mean that sometimes he's not as rested by sleeping as he should be, darn it!

I walked to the West Seattle Famers' Market, and bought tomatoes (cosmetically challenged for half price!), basil, fingerling potatoes, and goat cheese. I decided to use the failed bread Jack baked yesterday for panzanella salad, as seen in MS Living. This would be great for the potluck -- cubed bread, tomatoes, the cheese, basil, sliced onion, with balsamic vinegar and olive oil.

We drove over to the storage unit to get the trailer, planning to get some furniture moved, but Jack was confused about what time it was. If Bill was coming over at noon, we didn't have time to go get the furniture. But then, Bill didn't arrive. Turned out this was because Jack got confused about the meeting time for the group they were going to -- it wasn't until two o'clock, not one as Jack had convinced himself. Finally Bill showed up (at the time he'd said he'd arrive) and they left together.

While they were gone, H--- and I went to the library. The West Weattle branch is a Carnegie Library, a fine old building though small. I got quite a stack, but H--- didn't get any new books. "I'm working on two books right now!" she said. I checked out Chore Wars because I'd picked it up and skimmed a bit at a bookstore a while back, though I don't feel we are having a problem in that area right now (except setting expectations for H---, perhaps).

Jack came back from the Seattle Wireless meeting. He and Bill both enjoyed it, I think. It would be cool if Jack starts up a node, or at least a wireless network in our house. Our neighbors could even use it!

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We caravaned over to Jane and Vonda's to pick up the freezer, hurrah! I'm very grateful that the group (Jane, Vonda, Kate and Glenn, I think) decided to give it to us. Then Jack and H--- drove back home with the freezer in the trailer, and I stayed behind. At the committe meeting, the new Potlatch website was approved with a few minor changes. Not much panzanella salad got eaten, but at least I didn't skate on making a contribution, which I've done too many times. Programming looks to be political this year.

I got home at eight, and pumped up the salad remains by adding more bread, tomatoes, olive oil, and balsamic vinegar. H--- was bummed out tonight. She's lonely for friends, and worried that she doesn't have the right clothes for her new school (or enough of them!). But she realizes that if she was back with her mom, life also wouldn't be perfect there. It's hard for Jack not to try to "fix" the situation -- a natural reaction. But mostly I'm glad that she feels comfortable enough to vent about it.