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Time for a Rest
May. 3rd, 2010 04:36 pmOne of my favorite things about rotini is when it has been reheated once too many and the corscrew breaks apart into single helixes. Rotini, I have extruded you.
Our day trip to Whintney was productive, although my stone-skipping skills are sorely atrophied. We lunched at a place called "Burgers n Such" and surveyed a dilapidated ex-minigolf course which the owner immediately tried to get us to buy. I saw a number of wildflowers I had never seen before, and spotted a respectable number of goats (not to mention turtles and wild turkeys). The big surprise was how nice it was to be out in the sun, not something I have traditionally welcomed. I see so little daylight these days I take vitamin D supplements.
Following that, Ciro and I headed to Lee Harvey's, an outdoor bar that feels more like a biergarden - lots of children and lots of dogs running around. Christopher and Thor's band played and sounded phenomenal. One dog in particular tried repeatedly to pee on my leg, which got other dogs curious about what was so interesting. Dogs are all right, but any time people try to convince me they're more advanced than humans, I have to scratch my head a little.
On our way out, we got a call from Rex to see if we might like to consume some salad, as he had made too much. We immediately headed across town, as Rex's salads are not to be missed, although I couldn't say why - it's just lettuce, tomatoes, avocados, olives, carrots, mushrooms, and sunflower seeds. I don't even put dressing on it; it's unnecessary. Either Rex is particularly good at choosing produce or he laces it with something. I have not come to a firm conclusion.
This morning I made the first foot journey to Chad's new apartment. It is only half a mile away, but I have always been leaving work or carrying a lot of things which nececcitated a car. Consequently, I feel as though I have transected the Amazon and I am slightly disappointed I have not been asked to present before The Royal Society.
The mulberries at Chad's are in full berry, and I feel I should harvest them and make a pie. The ground is already purple from fruit dropping off the trees. I could probably fill six pints in half an hour without even getting a ladder. Problem: my pie dish is still half full of the banana cream pie I made Saturday night. Spring is very hard on me.
Our day trip to Whintney was productive, although my stone-skipping skills are sorely atrophied. We lunched at a place called "Burgers n Such" and surveyed a dilapidated ex-minigolf course which the owner immediately tried to get us to buy. I saw a number of wildflowers I had never seen before, and spotted a respectable number of goats (not to mention turtles and wild turkeys). The big surprise was how nice it was to be out in the sun, not something I have traditionally welcomed. I see so little daylight these days I take vitamin D supplements.
Following that, Ciro and I headed to Lee Harvey's, an outdoor bar that feels more like a biergarden - lots of children and lots of dogs running around. Christopher and Thor's band played and sounded phenomenal. One dog in particular tried repeatedly to pee on my leg, which got other dogs curious about what was so interesting. Dogs are all right, but any time people try to convince me they're more advanced than humans, I have to scratch my head a little.
On our way out, we got a call from Rex to see if we might like to consume some salad, as he had made too much. We immediately headed across town, as Rex's salads are not to be missed, although I couldn't say why - it's just lettuce, tomatoes, avocados, olives, carrots, mushrooms, and sunflower seeds. I don't even put dressing on it; it's unnecessary. Either Rex is particularly good at choosing produce or he laces it with something. I have not come to a firm conclusion.
This morning I made the first foot journey to Chad's new apartment. It is only half a mile away, but I have always been leaving work or carrying a lot of things which nececcitated a car. Consequently, I feel as though I have transected the Amazon and I am slightly disappointed I have not been asked to present before The Royal Society.
The mulberries at Chad's are in full berry, and I feel I should harvest them and make a pie. The ground is already purple from fruit dropping off the trees. I could probably fill six pints in half an hour without even getting a ladder. Problem: my pie dish is still half full of the banana cream pie I made Saturday night. Spring is very hard on me.
