Lonely Sunday
I woke early again today (I don't even recognize myself anymore). I made myself a breakfast from the freezer of country sausage, green peppers, and mushrooms. Sort of a scramble without the eggs. And coffee. Luckily I have a bag of super-tasty coffee in the house for my percolator.
After letting breakfast settle, I cracked open the old Saturn owner's manual to tackle this whole checking the transmission transaxle fluid chore. There was no dipstick. Usually I'm pretty good at finding dipsticks, but not so much under the hood. No dipstick to be seen.
Luckily I had several offers for help and before too long I had another pair of eyes searching for my dipstick. She could not find it either. So she used her brute strength to push my Vue out of the driveway, into the street. She followed me to the transaxle repair store and I dropped my baby off for an early morning service.
I convinced my escort to take me to the grocery store on our way home, so I even scored something to eat for the rest of the weekend. But I returned home alone. I keep looking out at the empty driveway. Sadness.
With my house in order, no where to go, nothing to buy, and no money to buy it with... I decided to keep myself occupied with cooking. I tried gluten free dinner rolls. Although I don't think they rose properly, they were still pretty damn tasty.
I found a round steak in the quick sale section of the meat department, so I finally tried a sesame beef stir fry recipe I pinned many moons ago. This was my first use of the coconut aminos (with garlic and ginger). Pretty much can't go wrong there. I ended up doubling the sauce and added arrowroot powder to thicken.
Meanwhile, I pulsed a whole head of cauliflower in my Ninja to create "rice" and microwaved it to a tender deliciousness. It was just a few days ago that I was drooling over a co-worker's Chinese food, so this treat was a long time coming. And the best news is that with no rice and no crap in it, I can breathe after dinner and don't feel all bloaty and yucky. Yay!
So now Peanut and I are watching movies. Really Peanut does his own thing and I talk to him from time to time. Sometimes he wakes up and looks at me. It turned out to be a fairly nice low key lonely Sunday.
After letting breakfast settle, I cracked open the old Saturn owner's manual to tackle this whole checking the transmission transaxle fluid chore. There was no dipstick. Usually I'm pretty good at finding dipsticks, but not so much under the hood. No dipstick to be seen.
Luckily I had several offers for help and before too long I had another pair of eyes searching for my dipstick. She could not find it either. So she used her brute strength to push my Vue out of the driveway, into the street. She followed me to the transaxle repair store and I dropped my baby off for an early morning service.
I convinced my escort to take me to the grocery store on our way home, so I even scored something to eat for the rest of the weekend. But I returned home alone. I keep looking out at the empty driveway. Sadness.
With my house in order, no where to go, nothing to buy, and no money to buy it with... I decided to keep myself occupied with cooking. I tried gluten free dinner rolls. Although I don't think they rose properly, they were still pretty damn tasty.
I found a round steak in the quick sale section of the meat department, so I finally tried a sesame beef stir fry recipe I pinned many moons ago. This was my first use of the coconut aminos (with garlic and ginger). Pretty much can't go wrong there. I ended up doubling the sauce and added arrowroot powder to thicken.
Meanwhile, I pulsed a whole head of cauliflower in my Ninja to create "rice" and microwaved it to a tender deliciousness. It was just a few days ago that I was drooling over a co-worker's Chinese food, so this treat was a long time coming. And the best news is that with no rice and no crap in it, I can breathe after dinner and don't feel all bloaty and yucky. Yay!
So now Peanut and I are watching movies. Really Peanut does his own thing and I talk to him from time to time. Sometimes he wakes up and looks at me. It turned out to be a fairly nice low key lonely Sunday.
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