From a creature of habit

 One thing that I have discovered about myself (whenever I find it an interesting enough subject to contemplate) is that I do have a bit of a tendency to form patterns.

Some I have no control over - like the full time rhythms of the work that I do, and the cyclical nature of its demands. The moon and planet alignments *. Or the ordained dates of children's schooling.

Some I am growing into. ** 

And some just happen because.

For example, the Mexican Tuesday that is a ritual in our household was the solution to the need to be fed quickly and easily in order to get to Guides when 'Salina was quite young and we were newly moved to Paradise.

Guides was a short-lived experiment thet neither she nor I derived any joy from, unfortunately - but it did give us reward in food form.

Here we are about 17 years later and still Tuesday night is reserved for our version of Mexican.

It's Sunday tonight.

And it is all out of whack - because

I accidentally thawed mince yesterday thinking it was cubed something for my Saturday curry 

So instead we had Friday Fish and Chips 

as the night before I had poetry ***

As a result I had thawed mince to cook and Tuesday is too far away. I certainly don't want it to age in the fridge (Paris is studying Food and Technology as an elective this year. She keeps threatening my fridge) (which I would be a hypocrite to resist!)

So today I 

• Made sourdough focaccia,
• Went to Qi Flow * (who knows, every new ritual has to have a first time)
• Had my monthly book club meeting,
• And came home to make 3 curries, a taco brew and rice.

Interspersed with that was several loads of washing, building another branch in the family tree, read blogs, edited swathes of waffle ** and blogged.

* I learned this morning that today is a very auspicious day because some planet moving into another astrological zone - I remember the star sign but I don't remember the planet. Which is weird as there are more astrological signs than there are planets in the solar system. Aries.

** Yea it's true. This is the pared down version.

*** The teacher from - * - who was NOT the one who gave the astrological news - was at poetry on Friday and she did an absolutely amazing poem. I did an edited version of the post I did here a few nights ago. I also did a very old poem from my Melbourne days  called "Out of the Woodwork".

As I said in my intro Friday night, from a life before I had children.

Tonight I remembered that Tuesday night was an awesome open mike in Carleton back then!