In Abby news I finally finished the Lost finale. It took me a week. First I had to get caught up on the back episodes, which took a while because if they're not on the DVR I forget I need to watch them. Then the finale itself was two and a half hours long, which is quite a commitment.
Two and a half hours, and they still didn't tie everything up. Now, I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Movies don't have to have a happy ending, they just have to be satisfactory and conclusive and the bad guy has to be brought to justice and it just has to make sense. But I'll give a movie a lot of leeway for stupidity if it has a very happy ending. That's why I can still enjoy the absolute wrecks of romantic comedies Hollywood has been turning out lately.
But the ending of Lost was not satisfactory OR happy. It was fake happy. Manipulatively pretending to be happy.
Annoying.
In other news, my project at work that has been so hard officially ended last Sunday. Hurray! Beyond one final update email tomorrow all that's left is writing various reports and submitting some samples different places. It's so nice knowing that there isn't something going on that could have massive problems I would have to deal with. I wasn't even upset when I got woken up at 6:45 this morning by a call from the pilot plant (it was my fault, I hadn't told them something yesterday that they needed to know).
Another recent development is that my friend Bonnie and decided to go camping. I haven't gone camping since the trip with Girl Scouts when I was 11. I've been wanting to try again for a while, and Bonnie wanted to go too. I already have plans, which I'll need to run by Bonnie. Since this is me, the plans are all about food. I want to make pancakes in the morning, because if you buy a boxed mix that's really easy, and they're delicious. And I also want to make Angels on Horseback, which were described as bacon cooked around a square of cheese and eaten on a roll in "Sal Fisher at Girl Scout Camp", a book I loved in fifth grade. We're going to go a campground in Marin County the week after the Fourth of July. Bonnie sent me a list of places she knew of and I picked that one because it had redwoods. I'm a sucker for redwoods. Hate the beach, love redwoods. Well, take-or-leave the beach. I'm not a sunbather. Though my neighbor thinks I am - last Sunday when I left my apartment in a skirt and heels, carrying a sweatshirt jacket and a Bible the same neighbor whose Mercedes got smashed by the tree branch said "Oh, going sunbathing?" So weird.
I'm currently in week two of a decision not to buy any more food except milk and just eat from what I have in the cupboards and freezer. This week was refried beans and taco-flavored brown rice on wholegrain corn tortillas, in a tasty but weirdly fiber-filled combination. Next I think will be assorted small servings of leftovers I froze. I was going to do this for three weeks but I've barely touched my cupboards at all so I think I'm going to keep going. I'll have to buy some food for Twinkie night (I invited people from church over to try several recipes of replica Twinkies), but that doesn't count. Essentially I've got a lot of pasta I should work my way through. I could make pasta e ceci again, and maybe that cupboard staple and nutritionally deficient pasta with garlic and olive oil the books tout so much. I could have basic spaghetti too. And I've got beans out the wazoo too, I do love me some beans. I tried a vegetarian chili recipe from America's Test Kitchen that was good but not perfect, I could try changing it to suit my taste. Maybe by adding meat, let's face it, God made animals delicious.
This whole adventure might be gated by when I run out frozen and canned fruits and vegetables because even if I would be perfectly happy eating pasta and beans continually scurvy really doesn't sound fun.
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