No de-cluttering took place yesterday (sigh).
Instead, we went to the movie theater to see "Pirates of the Caribbean Something Something (3)" at the noon matinée. The movie was good; I didn't care for a large part of the ending, though. Semi-spoiler alert as this part of the ending is totally predictable: Did Elizabeth Swan, after all she's come to realize and accomplish, really need to get married? I thought it would have been better if she hadn't. But as I am rather ambivalent about marriage, I suppose it isn't surprising I'd have liked an different ending. The movie managed to sucked up the entire afternoon, so I just came home and made dinner.
MG, a good friend of A.'s who has been staying at the house for about a week, wanted to see the movie. He works for the Colorado Game and Fish and lives in a gulch for a couple of weeks at a time, with a week off in between. It is not a comfortable life, and he's not particularly fond of his co-workers (that he lives with 24 hours a day, to boot), so I thought it would be nice to make sure he had an enjoyable day before he headed back to work. He just left about an hour ago for another stint. Thankfully, he really, really enjoys the work itself, so I don't worry too much about him out there.
I made naan when we got home from the movie! Actually, the breads that came out of the oven didn't resemble naan very much, but my fear of producing eight hockey pucks was unfounded. The bread has a tart taste, as I made it with yogurt, and was very soft and moist. Not stretchy like I'd prefer, though. I am sure cooking the breads in an oven and not a tandoor oven had something to do with it. However, I conquered yeast as an ingredient! Wahoo!
The korma dish that was supposed to accompany the naan was a disaster, however. It tasted fine, it just LOOKED TERRIBLE. Nothing I've ever made has looked so bad. A. and I did not wake up in the middle of the night with excruciating stomach pain, so it must have been ok.
A. leaves tonight to head out back in the field, and I don't have the heart to ask him to de-clutter on his last day at home. He's offered, but I know he'd prefer to go to the hot springs. I am going to track down my swimming suit; it would be really nice to relax in those natural mineral springs!
I think I'll tackle the kitchen when A. hits the road; that will keep my mind off waiting for his call to say he's arrived safely.