plonq: (Crashing Mood)
I'm coming close to two months into retirement, and so far it's going well. I had a to-do list of things I want to get done in the first while, but it's a slow process. One of the top things that I am going to start moving on next week is replacing our water heater. Our current one still has one working element, so I haven't been treating it with as much urgency as I would if it was dead. I'd made an abortive effort to fix it myself, but that's a matter for a longer post of its own. The short answer is that after talking to a local guy who fixes and replaces water tanks, he strongly recommended replacing it, with a compelling argument for doing so.

Because I retired early (I went at 55 instead of waiting until 60 or 65), [personal profile] atara gave her blessing as long as "you have dinner on the table by 5". She has done almost all of the cooking so far in our household, but I've been chomping the bit to get my hands on the kitchen. For the most part I have been playing it safe and keeping things in my comfort zone, but I've gone out on a limb with a couple of the meals with mixed success. I made a dish of beans and rice last week that she did not like very much. I think it was a combination of the bacon picking up an off-taste in the freezer, and the amount of smoked paprika in the dish. I like paprika more than she does, I guess.

Every week we try to weave in at least one vegetarian day, and my plan for that had been yesterday. I've been trying to start using up a backlog of things in our downstairs freezer, and to that end I grabbed a bag of shredded zucchini, and a couple bags of frozen pumpkin. The idea was to turn the zucchini into bread for dessert, and to combine the pumpkin with some chard to make a vegetarian lasagne -- though we decided to substitute frozen spinach for the chard since they are very similar, and there is no wasted stems.

I was going to bake the bread first, then turn crank up the heat and put in the lasagne as I took out the bread to cool. The first hiccough was that it took me longer to prepare the bread than I remembered from making it in the past, so it went in a little late. I revised my schedule a bit and estimated that dinner would be closer to 17:15 than the usual 17:00. No problem. The recipe for the bread had instructions for either making two small loaves, or one big one. We usually make small loaves, but I saw no reason why I should wash two bread pans when I could get away with washing one. What I had not counted on was that the bread would take way, way longer to cook in the larger pan.

By the time [personal profile] atara got home from work, the lasagne was still sitting on the counter waiting for its turn in the oven, and the bread was nowhere near done. Since the lasagne did not have meat or eggs in it, I decided that it would probably be safe to just put a lid on it and slap it in the fridge so that I could make it today. Things worked better this afternoon, and it was ready to eat shortly after she got home from work. It was also as good as I remember it being. Yesterday we had shawarma from the place around the corner.

The challenge so far has not been coming up with recipes, nor cooking the meals. Everything I've made so far has turned out well for what it is. The challenge is coming up with a meal plan that we both like. I like to get a little adventurous with my cooking, but [personal profile] atara is a bit more selective about what she likes (rather, she has a definite list of things she strongly dislikes), so that puts a real limit on what I can do. More than once I've had a meal plan all set up for the next week, only to discover that she thoroughly dislikes one of the things on my menu. This week was a results of a last-minute redo as I scratched two of the planned meals and scrambled for a replacement.

Ah well, I'll start building a do and don't list as I go on.

On what might be my last work-related note, I got a call from my ex-boss on Monday to let me know that I'd qualified for a "meet" on my performance profile last year. As a result, I'll be getting a full bonus for the year. Since the company had a banner year, that means I'll be getting a nice bit of money for a send-off. I knew that I was entitled to a bonus, but getting one is not always a given from this company. I think the fact I and the people I worked for genuinely like each other, and that I left on good terms counted in my favour.
plonq: (Trying to be cute)
The reliability of the windshield washers in the Volkswagen have become spotty over the past couple of messy seasons until they stopped working entirely this winter. Their motor would run, and it would drain the reservoir, but nothing would come out of the nozzles - not even the wan trickle l that I was getting from it in the spring.

I finally traced the problem to a break in the hose at the pivot point just below where it attaches to the base of the hood. The hose seems like it would be a chore to replace, and looking for a quick, temporary solution to hold it until spring, I took [personal profile] atara's suggestion and wrapped it in a couple layers of duct tape. I've tried fixing hoses with duct tape in the past with varying degrees of failure. My thinking was that the pressure is probably quite low in the washer hose, so duct tape might actually hold it for now. It did. With the unusually warm conditions we've been experiencing this winter, I'd have been loathe to take out the car without an operating washer.

In other news, I'm officially retired. My last day of work was January 1. They had a small ceremony for me at the office (about 30 people showed up - though more came through after to help themselves to the meat tray and other spread they'd laid out). On Thursday I stopped by the office to drop off my pass card, company cell phone and corporate credit card. Finally, on Friday we had an off-site celebration at a pub not far from our house.

They've made some noises about trying to get me back for a few months under contract sometime this year, but barring that, I am done with the railroad. I am now gainfully unemployed retired. My former employer will now pay me not to work. They've done that on more occasions than they would be comfortable to know over the years, but now it's under legitimate circumstances.

It hasn't really sunk in yet, and it probably won't for a couple more weeks. Right now it feels like I am on vacation. I think that when I get to the end of January and realize that I don't have to go back to the office - ever - the realization that I am a free agent will finally hit home.

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