What I Did On My Compressed Day
Feb. 15th, 2011 08:08 pm
My hundredth day is approaching at a terrifying pace. Yesterday, being my compressed day (the day off I get once a fortnight for working extra hard and extra long on the other nine days) I attacked some goals with vigour:
- I went outside in my dressing gown to get some photos of the morning sky and the bush at the corner of our garden. One of these was my picture of the day, and another will do for Smell in the Hundred Snapshots.
- I went swimming in the morning, for the first time since, erm, I completed my 'swim 50 lengths' goal last time around, not counting some splashing around in the sea. That was two and a half years ago.
I'm beginning to learn about what my body thinks it can and can't do. I hadn't even got to four lengths before my lungs were complaining, but I discovered that I can push through this, and actually managed thirty lengths in thirty minutes. Five hundred lengths is looking ambitious, yes, but just about manageable.
- I wild-released a book at the swimming pool, too.
- I spent most of the rest of the day in the kitchen, making Celery and Peanut Soup (from Best Kept Secrets of the Women's Institute: Home Cooking - not very exciting), Lime Muscovado Biscuits (pictured - from Cookies Galore - disappointing until iced, at which point they become very exciting); and Soufflé Pancakes with Cheese and Broccoli (from Mary Berry's Complete Cookbook - very tasty, but immensely fiddly, and I don't think I'd ever dare to cook it for anyone other than the Countertony and myself).
- Having eaten some of the above, I watched Shanghai Express (I must post a review) and did some patchwork.
Pretty productive all round, really.