I don’t think I mentioned last time that on Monday when the moving was crazy and all that I cooked with my partner and we completely botched dinner. We tried to make potato gnocchi in our severely understocked kitchen (i.e. without a potato masher) and…yeah well it didn’t turn out so hot, y’know?
We wanted to prep the dumplings ahead of time, so the night before we boiled the potatoes and smooshed them with large metal stirring spoons/drinking cups, depending on personal style, and added the flour, worked it in, nah nah nah. Unfortunately, two baaaaad decisions were made: we decided to freeze the dumplings so we could boil them the next day, and the potatoes were never skinned. Needless to say, the porridge that resulted would have been excellent with a little whole milk, but whole milk is not well loved in these realms.
Meh well I could have internet, but el computadora is currently going crazy, and all things related to the functioning of the internet are flashing etc and refusing to load. Actually, everything is crazy. Enough about the craziness.
So what happened in AmeriCorps today, Sam?
Well, I’m glad you asked that, inexplicably appearing text.
Today was a service day for my team. We headed to a nearby warehouse that collects donated office supplies and assembled, sorted, priced, and bundled some random stuff. Samples? I spent about 30 minutes organizing their stock of rubber fingertips. Also spent most of the day assembling “trash journal” kits with three of my teammates, which consists of hole-punching a bunch of folders and blank sheets of paper and sticking them into a plastic sleeve with some rubber bands. Wasn’t so bad.
My need for wifi is definitely bad for my health. Tuesday night, I was finishing up the team brochure that had to be submitted to out Unit Leader in the morning, and needed to email it. So, laptop tucked comfortably under my arm, I trekked down the stairs in my PJs. Out the door. Across the parking lot. And into the other dormitory lounge, which has wifi oozing out its ears. I emailed the brochure/pamphlet in a few minutes, annnnd then stuck around for about an hour because people were watching The Gladiator. Of course I couldn’t just leave! It was towards the final fight scene with the Emperor!
Unfortunately, this happens to me often when I go to the lounge for a little bit o’ internet late at night, because someone is always watching a movie. Good ones usually, but good movies can’t save me from five hours of sleep.
Something that I recently discovered through much deducing and contemplation is that it’s totally convenient to just drink straight from the milk container. Seeing as it’s my gallon in my fridge, it’s weird that it took about a month for me to have a “eureka!” moment and figure that out. Plus it’s a deterrent to use on anyone else who wants some.
It is getting very hard to leave the window open at night. Not only do some insane teams get up for PT around 5 (usually 5:30 PT, those extra minutes are precious. We are officially doing PT with our teams now, so the schedule is a little more flexible. I think said team was being punished), but there appears to be a very confused bird nesting above our window. Confused because it is early November and there are definitely rather loud chicks making noise up there.
Silly California and your T-shirt weather. It is still, have I mentioned that?
I’m gonna be so damn wimpy when I come home for Christmas.