Still with the peaches, and the blue bowl cereal bowl I bought from King Arthur Flour, that I like to use for ice cream or oatmeal or yogurt and granola.
I’ve got the house to myself this weekend – Mark & Ethan & Abby went to Lollapalooza, but my distance students’ week long orientation starts Monday, and I didn’t think I could take the time – not to mention getting back to Madison at like 2:00 a.m. Monday. Al (& Emma) was here last night, but they headed back to camp early this morning. Rachael’s wrapped up a week of her little brother & fiance getting a big chunk of her kitchen remodel done, and Isaac’s gone back to Pittsburgh, and Rach & Iain have gone to Door County. And John lives in Milwaukee.
Yesterday I blew my chance to get to the Farmers’ Market early – Mark likes to sleep later on Saturdays than I do – but even though he wasn’t here, I puttered too much, paid bills, cleaned the cat litter, talked to Rach on the phone … I really don’t know what the hell I did between 6:30 a.m. and 8:50 when I finally headed to market, roughly the same time as I would have gone if Mark was here – and it was ridiculously crowded, of course. At least I biked.
And it was a good thing that I biked to the market, because Ann & Lou & I were planning to bike to the the Sugar Maple Fest, but thunderstorms were threatening, so we drove. I got to see the band I wanted to see the most – The Tillers; got one of their albums playing in my iTunes now. Lou & Ann were going to be out there until 8:00 or 9:00, though, so I grabbed a ride back with Heike & her granddaughter – in the midst of the heaviest rain. So I missed the Mike Seeger tribute, and I kind of liked the band who was playing when we left – the String Ties – tho I was making fun of them to Steve, because in their band bio it says the band “calls the hills of the upper Mississippi home” – which seemed to me a funny way to say Minnesota.
Al was here when I got home, and I made corn pudding for dinner, with the 6 ears of good corn I bought at the market in the morning – nicer than the shrivelled stuff we got last week, that I made into corn salad – and some key lime bars for them to take back to camp.
Today is probably the nicest morning we’ve had yet this summer – blue, blue sky, 70s, breezy – so after Al & Emma took off, I biked to the eastside co-op (stopping at my office to pick up this handout I got at a workshop this spring, that I need to re-type for the icebreaker at bootcamp tomorrow – stupid piece of paper; it’s been at home when I need it at work, and now at work when I need it at home …) Came home for breakfast, and, once I finish this post, no more excuses for not working. Sigh. But if I get done soon enough, I could head out for another ride, maybe with a stop to sit somewheres outdoors with coffee or a beer and a book.
I’m going to an event at the Wisconsin Historical Museum, to celebrate a show that Dave Benton of Spooner helped to curate, about the Madison music scene in the 1980s and ’90s. Of which I think I was part – I did a radio show on WORT, and I was married to the owner of a record store that went out of business, and he became a manager at Rose Records, a venerable Chicago chain, that opened a store in Madison and which is also now defunct. Anyways, Slatewood was downstairs from Merlyns & sold tickets for the club, and the bands came in for in stores – signing stuff & occasionally played a few tunes. And I sure went to a lot of shows back then, especially Spooner shows.
So I came home from work, and spent about 20 minutes making the all-important decison of what t-shirt to wear. I thought about the Rose shirt.

Rose Records shirt
And also about the Residents shirt.

Residents Shirt
But in the end I went with a plain black T with a Survival Graphics button – the handiwork of Mike Tincher, who also did a couple of Spooner album covers.

Plain black T with Survival Graphics button
So goddamn Bucky Pope – he had the Tardozer supergroup that played, with members of the Appliances SFB, Tarbabies, and Killdozer, open with Sister Christain and now that’s stuck in my head …. Motorin’
Peach, cherry and the 3 old apples, all different varieties, that had been rolling around in the bottom of the fruit drawer in the fridge since May.
Last night we just hung around and watched the Olympics Opening Ceremony. My favorite Olympic image is the rings hanging down from Tower Bridge; I have it as wallpaper in my phone. But it wasn’t part of the spectacle.
Mark got Pasquals; I made myself a cutting board of bread and cheese and tomatoes and salami and olives and peppadews. I had a glass of French red wine with my snacks – a bottle selected from my stash of miscellaneous wines that people brought to the cookie party. I got so much this year that all the bottle don’t fit in the sideboard in the dining room and there’s an overflow area, an old CD rack that John or Al stopped using and now it’s in the basement, perfect for a wine rack. Al I think. I went with French because I thought the Brits would be more likely to drink French wine than Californian.
And I finally made a cherry dessert I liked – cherry slump. I used this blueberry pudding cake recipefrom Gourmet, and just subbed in 10 oz. of the Door County sour cherries we got last week at the farmers market. I had a little piece for breakfast, too, the recipe says “Makes 6 to 8 breakfast or dessert servings“, along with more of the same bread & cheese from last night topped with tomatoes and banana with peanut butter on the side.
I think I’ll have to make what Mark calls a garbage pie – all mixed up types of fruit – tomorrow. I still have about a cup of pitted cherries, peaches that are starting to smell ripe, and 3 old apples in the fridge.
Library conference all day, then dinner – for restaurant week – at DeBroux’s Diner in Oregon WI.
On Tuesday, my friend and neighbor Ann had sort of a repeat of the dinner I made for her last Wednesday – about 20 people, I made a bunch of salads, and desserts, and she grilled brats. This time, they had:
This time, I didn’t stick around and eat – my loss. After leaving all the good food at Ann’s, I went home and reheated the last brat from Saturday and ate it wrapped in a tortilla – not so good. I finished about half of it, and had graham crackers and Nutella for my real main course.
So I’m settled in on the couch with the Sunday Times and books and magazines and cable TV, just like usual. But, unusual is that I have to have a colonoscopy tomorrow, so I have to drink just over a gallon, 4 liters, of this disgusting clean out juice – one cup every ten minutes for about 2 1/2 hours. Bleecch. I’m only on cup #2 now.
PS – the prep is the worst part – in home afterwards now & feel fine.
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