A long ass week, as John might say, or might’ve said when he was in high school.
Sunday: I went to Library School graduation, and Mark went up to the Twins to watch his son graduate. After the SLIS graduation, I biked to the Capitol Square for the WORT block party, and got rained on. I stayed pretty dry at the block party, in doorways and under tents, but I decided to bike home probably 15 minutes too soon – I was caught in a heavy downpour on State St., and by the time I got to my house, it was sunny.
I had taken an apple and a kind bar to eat in my office after the ceremony, so I wouldn’t end up eating sheet cake and black coffee for breakfast, but I still got home soaked and starving. I had a ham sandwich, and then I made chicken shwarma and rhubarb sauce, both for eating later.
I drove to Willy West and Target to get cat litter and lemons, then I went back down town to see an MFA show, and a performance – Clocks in Motion (who also performed at the block party, but they were on when I was sitting on the stage at the graduation), an original percussion piece that involved smashing a lot of dishes.
I came home and watched the Mad Men season finale – finished the mocha macchiato ice cream – and picked up Rach at the airport.
On Monday we went for a walk before work. I finished the majority of grading, and we had chicken shwarma for supper – Rach had hers on greens, and I had mine on rice. I also took cat pictures.
On Tuesday, I roasted the two pounds of asparagus I bought at the Saturday market, and we had pasta – Costco cheese tortellini – with herb butter and the asparagus and a big salad. Mark got home from Minneapolis in time for supper. I made lemon curd, and cookie dough, for lemon curd sandwich cookies to take to a meeting on Thursday – the high level administrator who was scheduled to visit is fond of lemon curd. Won’t fix the budget, but can’t hurt.
On Wednesday, I had to be at the Teaching & Learning Symposium by 8:00, and stay until 1:00 to facilitate the lunch, then dash back to the library school for another meeting reviewing student e-portfolios. But I was home by 4:00 and got the little cookies baked. I think the cutter I have must be for Easter – I think it’s supposed to be an egg. We went to see Iris at Sundance – what a great movie. It opens with the sound of her jewelery clinking – reminded me of my mom and Rach of her grandma. We ate at the dumpling place and wandered and looked at shoes at Cornblooms and Morgan’s and clothes at Title 9 till the movie started.
When we gt home I had time to sandwich up the cookies before the David Letterman grand finale – which I think I liked even better than the Mad Men finale – and I liked the Mad Men finale. I think Don wrote the Coke commercial – that makes it a kind of happy, kind of cynical, really pretty funny ending. Just right.
On Thursday, it was more meetings, including the one the cookies were for. I got my first CSA box of the season – picked up by bike, and I see I’m going to have to traverse construction zones to get to the pickup spot, in someone’s garage in the Vilas neighborhood. A nice spring box: rhubarb, asparagus, green garlic, bunches of arugula and spinach – the spinach has really long stems – a bunch of radishes with nice greens, and a big bunch of leaf lettuce, too. And a bag of wintered over potatoes. Rach had the brilliant idea to walk after work, so we went out after I put the box contents away – and it was just gorgeous. I made another batch of roasted vegetables, carrots and potatoes – not the ones from my box though, some nice little golden ones from the market last week, also last years – and asparagus. I made rice pudding, too, with rice leftover from Monday, which was delicious with the rhubarb sauce from Sunday.
No Letterman, but I wanted to watch a recorded Ripper Street and the cats could not settle. Kahn kept whining and clawing at the door to the upstairs because he knows there’s another cat up there. I kept having to get up and squirt him to get him away from the door. Rach started calling me Debra Shapiro, MLS, CW – cat wrangler. Finally, Kahn perched on the back of the red couch like the Sphinx, Hammie was in my lap, and my cats had given up in disgust and retired to the bedroom.
Friday was a day of no-meetings-bliss, but I wanted to tame email and finish a syllabus and online course space.
Hammie decided to reorganize my t-shirt drawer while we were out walking.
