Can't get into one.
While I am cruising along at work, in the flow, grooving to the brownie vibe, playing the apple pie medley, things to write about flow like rivers of dark chocolate. When I get home however, by the end of my 8-9 hours standing on my feet, my muse has nodded off, or at least excused herself for a bath and a glass of wine. Would that there were some way for me to write while working. Sometimes I do take abbreviated notes about ideas. When I get home I do know what I was thinking about when I wrote the note. And while the mind may be willing, the flesh is too tired. It's usually all I can do to plant myself on the couch after my shower and wait for Don to serve dinner. (The man has so totally stepped up to the plate where dinner preparations are concerned. He even tells me he likes cooking. Am I blessed, or what?) Some TV and a little knitting and I am ready for bed. Once within the confines of my sheets I am off to the land of Nod. I am not having any problems with insomnia these days, even though it has been an issue for me in the past.
But this schedule is wreaking havoc with my writing buzz. I miss it. Am finding that I like writing. Do find that it takes energy, concentration and a certain mindset. But get the ball rolling and I am off and running. (Just a couple of metaphors there) {what's a metaphor? for cattle to graze.... bad joke from college} Wonder if I was given the time if my writing would continue, if it could be nurtured. Wonder if anyone would want to read my writing, enough to buy it?
Harboring fantasies of writing about food from our home in the country.
One thing about wearing a uniform at work, you can make a complete mess of yourself and then throw it all in the wash. There is something wonderfully childlike about wiping your dirty hands on your pants or drying your bowl with your apron. You have tools attached to your very person, with you at all times. The apron can be used as a potholder or a basket to carry apples/cake pans/muffins from one side of the kitchen to another. Your jacket is a guard against splattering caramel, hot oven racks and the cold of the walk in. And you can wipe your dirty hands on your pants! No worrying about spilling salad dressing on your cashmere sweater at lunch. The whole thing gets discarded at the end of the day and you start all over the next. It is quite liberating.
Already starting to see the end of this job. I am learning from it, but one of the things I am learning is that while I may not be the fastest baker, I am very methodical and particular. See no point in rushing through something if it will not be completed correctly. Was dislillusioned with the product we were sending out at Passover, and the lack of concern for the quality thereof. Would actually like to work with someone who is overly concerned with the quality of the execution of every item, a perfectionist.
Not ready to go into business for myself but Don and I were toying with the idea of buying a commercial property with an apartment upstairs. We could have a bakery/general store and not have to worry about the mortgage in the business start up. I could run downstairs in the early hours to proof the croissants and then skip back up to bed till they were ready for the oven. But I am not ready to run my own place and after many discussions that became painfully obvious. Right now just want to focus on getting out of NYC. Spring cruises by and I am having flashbacks to gardening days. Really don't want to spend another summer in the city....argh.
A bientot,
Samantha
in five days.....
Passover approaches and I am on cheesecake detail. I suppose in the grand scheme of things that is not such a large number. Yet somehow it takes over my day, the daily cheesecake preparation. It is an involved process from preparing the crusts (with matzoh farfel), to warming the cream cheese, to loading up the 60 qt mixer through to scaling and making up water baths for all the pans and then spinning the pans every 15 minutes in the oven, it somehow eats into my day, which still includes all my regular tasks. Whatever business I may have in the future will not be this big.
We have also been taking trips to Columbia County to look around for the past couple of weekends so I have not been blogging like I'd like. We have seen some interesting prospects. Enough to make us realize that until we have a signed contract for the sale of this place we really shouldn't be teasing ourselves by looking. It just frustrates us. The things we like in our price range go quickly, especially now in prime real estate season. So we need to take advantage of that fact on our selling end. Hopefully the apartment will be on the market by the middle of May. We've been packing up and organizing and streamlining this place to make it emminently buyable by the right person who will start us on our journey to the country. It is feeling very real suddenly.
One of the ideas we have been tossing around is buying a commercial space with a rental apartment. We could live in the apartment and have a bakery/generalstore/book gallery downstairs. It is a compelling idea. I have been planningm enus in my head while I make apple pies at work. More about this later. My weekend is abbreviated this week due to the holiday I will be back next week with more....
a bientot,
Samantha