I'm down because I went to the EDD office today and was told there was no money for California Training Benefits. Just my luck...she said querulously.
My English is screwed, too.
So I came home and put my stupid resume' onto the Cal Jobs web site (whoopee), which is apparently a requirement to get the good ol' unemployment check and then decided to cook because I have all this time and why shouldn't I? I'm connecting to my Mexican heritage (a set of great-grandparents which makes me 1/8th Mexican) and have been trying to make a good version of pozole, but tonight I decided to make Chile Verde. I finally finished all the preparation, cutting chiles, garlic, onions, cilantro etc and put it on to simmer at 10:00 pm. It took forever to brown the meat in little batches while I swigged a couple glasses of wine--maybe that's why?--but I finally got it all together.
It was interesting at what EDD calls the One Stop Job Center in Anaheim. All these people coming in to use the computers or the phone, some of them seem to know each other, some, like me, were there for the first time. It reminded me of the hospital for some reason. Very different people bonding (at least temporarily) because they share an intense experience, in this case being out of work at the same time. I felt comfortable there because of that.
I had a "Lucy" moment when I was cleaning the pan I wanted to simmer the Chile Verde in. I was filling the pot with water to rinse it out while I was doing something else at the stove and when I looked back to the sink the suds from the detergent I was washing it with had taken on a life of their own and seemed to be exploding from the pan, like Lucy's bread dough from the oven or her rice on the stove. I had to take a picture of it, of course,
I don't have Lucy-like situations happening every day....
That's about all I did today, besides taking the dogs out and taking Noodle for a half hour walk. It's so much easier for me to walk when it's cold outside--well, cold for us Southern Californians, anyway.
I have to say--putting photos that illustrate the minutia of my life makes me feel that this blog is a grandiose version of a scrapbook--a hobby I've always felt uncomfortable with, sensing that it's raison d'etre is glorifying the trivial. Oh well, what else do we have?
That's it really. Richard Thompson is singing about A Man In Need on my computer and Bathsheba is smiling. The dogs are going out for one last time, and then we're going to bed.
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