One of those days

[pyoor_excuse]

Not, oddly, one of those days where you wonder about whether your continued existence on the planet will ever produce anything tangible and worthwhile, or whether you are instead doomed to spend the entirety of the rest of your life looking at cat pictures on the internet*.

No, one of those super productive days.

I’m wondering if I need to write myself a to-do list for every day when I’m not working because the effect was astonishing.

On my list was the following:

- Clean some house
- Practice Guitar
- Practice Piano
- Order power supply connector
- Bottle cider
- Garden
- ?Print sepsis card

And apart from the sepsis card all of it got done and some other bits and bobs. Also I listened to lots of music, which is a bonus.

I actually managed to spend a good hour practicing music, which is astonishing to me. I have absolutely no commitment to these things, have never been a big one for practicing (or studying) so for me to hit a point where I was actually keeping playing because I damn well wanted to get the piece of music to sound at least roughly right was pretty pleasing.

Also I had a sudden understanding of how awful it must have been for my piano (or paino, which seems a strangely apt typo) to have listened to my terrible, terrible, timing.

* Which for various personal/health reasons was how I spent most of yesterday. Well, not cat-pictures per-se, but they might as well have been.

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Comments

[pyoor_excuse]

Oooh, moving gravel is tedious. We did that in Slough, and it took an awful lot of wor. Aye, the commercial membranes degrade too - and ours is very cheap and thus dreadfully thin. However, it's also quick to lay and thin enough that we don't have to dig it out.

Also, we're not planning to live here for a long time, because we want to live in the Do Not Enter house in Astoria... Well, okay, we just want the land.

As for the music stuff, indeed. I am finding it easier in a way to practice the piano because I can actually play something akin to a tune. The guitar stuff doesn't sound like a tune yet, just assorted notes in a specific order (Which technically, I suppose, is sort of a tune). Anyhow, I have to practice otherwise honestly, what's the point in carrying a piano 100s of miles across the ocean?

Oh, and Units? that's interesting. I don't quite know what a yard of gravel is - is that 1 cubic yard of gravel? In which case I'd say that it's more than that - because the bag of gravel that was lowered into our (front, sadly) garden by crane was more than 1mx1mx1m (which is close enough to a yard as makes no odds).

[shadesofmauve]

a yard of gravel is one cubic yard, yes. And if you had more than a cubic meter at that weight the calculator for gravel weight I found must've been off. Tricksy things.

The Do Not Enter house could be scarier! It could say "Do not enter OR KNOCK DOWN"

[pyoor_excuse]

Unlike a yard of ale, which would be seriously concerning if it was a cubic yard*.

Weight/volume conversions are all challenging. I recall when I discovered that US cooking was mainly done by volume instead of by weight, I found that such an odd concept. I now, incidentally, generally think it works really well - but did have to be convinced by a process of actually cooking.

* My wife informs me that she's never heard of this, which means I suppose that you might not have heard of this, thus: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yard_of_ale

[shadesofmauve]

Ah! I am pleased to inform you that the reason your wife had not heard of a yard of ale was that she didn't grow up with my dad (or at least, only for very small stretches, occasionally). Dad made sure I was quite well informed on the beautiful idea of a yard of beer, including the apocryphal origin story about stage coach drivers. :)

I *much* prefer cooking by volume, though I believe that for some higher end, finicky baking weight is better. I was quite flabbergasted when visiting friends in Chester and I learned they never, ever, ever cooked with simple volumetric units (i.e., 3 to 4 or 2 to 3, which I use a lot).

[pyoor_excuse]

Ah, well, that's okay then.

It was baking that gave me pause in the concept of cooking by volume. However, these days I'm happy with either. Most European cookbooks will give you weights not volumes though, so our kitchen is equipped with both scales and cups :)

[shadesofmauve]

Dad was really fond of the idea of that much beer. :D

I've recently been cooking from a set of Chinese cookbooks by a British author, so everything's in weights. It's not a problem at all, because it's not about baking so rough guesses are fine, but now I think about it it's kind of weird -- they changed little bits of Harry Potter for US publication so poor US children wouldn't be confused, but when they publish European cookbooks in the US they never convert 'em to volume measures!