Hawk got the word from his old bandmate that the family who wants them to play the wedding in Jackson Hole is offering them $3,000, which might make it worthwhile to travel out there and do it, so he's psyched. :) One of the members of the band is going to have to return from the south of France just for that, so it's not like they'll actually make much money, overall, but it might make it doable. (And I think he said another of the members is going to have just returned from Antarctica, if I heard him/remember correctly. Crazy world travellers.)
So, I don't have a life anywhere near as interesting. The sky is dumping snow on us as if it's sole purpose is to completely bury everything.
Yesterday I adjusted my schedule so I could work with someone and see if I could get him through his second test, as he hadn't passed the first time around, and then he was a half hour late so we didn't have quite enough time to do the test and will have to put it off until Sunday. Which might hopefully be helpful to him, actually, as today and tomorrow he might be able to start getting a better idea of how the thing works. I'm not going to teach the class the same way next time - I'm going to break it into two parts so that people can get solid on the first part, as I think that will give them a leg up on understanding the second part before actually having the classroom time and test. I know that's kind of cryptic, sorry - it's such an esoteric subject that it wouldn't be worth the space to go into detail. I'm trying to think of some kind of analogy and failing.
In the evening Hawk got me to go see the first set of a local bluegrass band, Jerks of Grass, at Gritty's. They're pretty good, I think. (I'm listening to some of their clips off their site at the moment.) Also, I had some good food - pulled pork over sweet potato fries with monteray jack cheese and maple sour cream. ("Maple sour cream??" I hear you cry in disgust. One of those oddly delicious things. :))
I keep waiting for the snow to let up so I can go out and do the grocery shopping. It started before dawn and I think it got a little heavier after the sun came up, small flakes coming down fast. I shoveled and then drove around the block a couple of times while the plow guy cleared my space, and had to shovel again. Now it's noon, the flakes are bigger, as the day has gotten a little warmer, but coming down just as fast if not faster, hour after hour. You wouldn't think there could be that much moisture up there, hovering in the air. Hawk just came out from his studying and we discussed how cool the snow is, and whether we should go for a drive and pretend we're 80.
"That was pretty much what I was doing, earlier, while I waited for the plow guy to get done. Letting it roll in first gear so the engine could warm up."
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just keeping it warm. Okay, Miss Daisy!"
I might as well put aside ideas of going out any time soon and just bake something. Anything, it's COLD in here. I think I might do corn bread with mozzarella cheese in it, if I have any shredded mozz.
So, I don't have a life anywhere near as interesting. The sky is dumping snow on us as if it's sole purpose is to completely bury everything.
Yesterday I adjusted my schedule so I could work with someone and see if I could get him through his second test, as he hadn't passed the first time around, and then he was a half hour late so we didn't have quite enough time to do the test and will have to put it off until Sunday. Which might hopefully be helpful to him, actually, as today and tomorrow he might be able to start getting a better idea of how the thing works. I'm not going to teach the class the same way next time - I'm going to break it into two parts so that people can get solid on the first part, as I think that will give them a leg up on understanding the second part before actually having the classroom time and test. I know that's kind of cryptic, sorry - it's such an esoteric subject that it wouldn't be worth the space to go into detail. I'm trying to think of some kind of analogy and failing.
In the evening Hawk got me to go see the first set of a local bluegrass band, Jerks of Grass, at Gritty's. They're pretty good, I think. (I'm listening to some of their clips off their site at the moment.) Also, I had some good food - pulled pork over sweet potato fries with monteray jack cheese and maple sour cream. ("Maple sour cream??" I hear you cry in disgust. One of those oddly delicious things. :))
I keep waiting for the snow to let up so I can go out and do the grocery shopping. It started before dawn and I think it got a little heavier after the sun came up, small flakes coming down fast. I shoveled and then drove around the block a couple of times while the plow guy cleared my space, and had to shovel again. Now it's noon, the flakes are bigger, as the day has gotten a little warmer, but coming down just as fast if not faster, hour after hour. You wouldn't think there could be that much moisture up there, hovering in the air. Hawk just came out from his studying and we discussed how cool the snow is, and whether we should go for a drive and pretend we're 80.
"That was pretty much what I was doing, earlier, while I waited for the plow guy to get done. Letting it roll in first gear so the engine could warm up."
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just keeping it warm. Okay, Miss Daisy!"
I might as well put aside ideas of going out any time soon and just bake something. Anything, it's COLD in here. I think I might do corn bread with mozzarella cheese in it, if I have any shredded mozz.
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Never tried putting cheese in cornbread, what's the recipe?
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I think my recipe was 'take a 2C bag of shredded mozz and dump it in the cornbread mix.' First time I did it I mixed it with the dry ingredients, and that worked great. The second time I made it I attempted to microwave the mozz with the butter, and that was kind of a miserable failure. It all lumped up.
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