I’m missing Mom today… I would have loved to have watched Jesus Christ Superstar with her over the phone last night. She’d have probably read through the first act, but she’d have been so there for Superstar (and Alice/King Herod!) She loved John Legend — there couldn’t have been many 80 year old, Italian Catholic widows who could have said that, but she was so excited when he won the Oscar.
I always have to remind myself that she fought a long time and went very peacefully in the end, but of course I ended up calling and sniffling/crying in my brother’s ear. For being a grumpy engineering/construction estimator (aka, more fond of numbers than feeeeelings), he took it pretty well, I thought (ie, he didn’t hang up on me.)
Other things happening…
We had a giant Indian street food luncheon at the office last week. I brought baked ziti, for the people who don’t do Indian. I mention this only because I got asked for the recipe from three different Indian engineers, so I thought I’d post it here, as well: The Food Lab’s No-Boil Baked Ziti. I’ll note that I used 2 jars of Paul Newman’s Tomato & Basil sauce + a small can of whole tomatoes that I squished into the pot to make the sauce. I’m not opposed to making sauce from scratch, but not when I’m starting the process at 5:30 a.m.
It’s a new quarter, so I’m starting a fresh page in my semi-bullet journal, copying over all the not-done items and seeing what else there is to deal with. My fun goal is to update my modern-day royal romance rec list in time for The Wedding. (Someone else might as well get something out of this thing I have for Harry & Meghan.) The non-fun, but still mandatory goal is to get the damn taxes done without an extension. I might even go wild and sort out my shoes so I can find pairs that are not boots since the weather might stop teasing and actually keep the spring-type options going. (My sympathies to everyone who woke up to snow this morning. I remember those days, when I had to wear boots and an overcoat with my frilly (mom-selected, but that goes without saying, right?) Easter dresses. This is why I put up with sugar in my iced tea now, jsyk.)