Which I’m writing about on Tuesday, for Pete’s sake –
Saturday we went to the farmers market for Cows on the Concourse. Petted cows, watched grilled cheese mass production, bought the first sugarsnap peas of the season. And a bunch of flowers. And two bunches of asparagus to make into shaved asparagus pizza for Heike’s graduation party.
Came back home and I biked to Willy East for stuff like milk. Then home again, and made the pizza. I was sort of surprised at how threatening the sky was – I didn’t know it was supposed to rain. I was going to chocolate dip some of the strawberries we got at Costco on Friday, but decided to take a bowl of chocolate sauce I’d made the weekend before instead, and it was the hit of the night. I took my camera, but no pictures.
So, I got all the food ready, Toni and I went off to get our hairs cut, and we went over to Steve & Heike’s as soon as we got back. Just as it was starting to rain – but we’re hardy Wisconsinites who wouldn’t let weather get in the way of a party. Nice party it was, too, and we were home by 9:30 or so.
Sunday we ate the homemade toaster waffles I had in the freezer, and bacon, and strawberry banana smoothies for breakfast. I reserved a ZipCar Ford Escape, to move the tables and other bigger stuff back from E. Wash. The sad business of shuttering the supper club. The Escape had a back up mirror, but the trip West with the trunk lid roped down was still pretty harrowing. I could tell Mark was a little dubious while we were over there, but by the time we got stuff over here, and he could see where I’d planned to put it, and how well it fit, his opinion improved. He carried in one of the chairs, saying, “these are pretty nice chairs.”
I made strawberry-raspberry crips, for our Sunday night dessert – first time I tried a Joy the Baker recipe; she’s been recommended to me often enough. And I made strawberry ice cream, Ben & Jerry’s recipe – even though we’d had strawberry smoothies for breakfast, and the thought crossed my mind that it was too many strawberry-creamy-thingies for one day. We managed. I’m practicing for my June dinner – if anyone comes. No pics again, but I am adding a shot of what’s left of the ice cream today.
Back to work on Monday, and that night, instead of my current 10:00 PM TV watching – Ripper Street, or The Wire on Amazon streaming – I stumbled on A Walk on the Moon. I don’t think I saw it in the theater when it first came out – I think I watched it on DVD or actually probably VHS, at home, because I think Viggo was already famous as Aragorn, and not just the blouseman, when I saw it. I was thinking that both he and Diane Lane were playing a lot younger then they were, but she was supposed to be a 31-year old woman in the movie, and was 34 in real life 1999, and Viggo was 41. And if the movie was released in 1999, they probably filmed it a year or two earlier
In honor of Woodstock reminiscing, I’m listening to the Dead’s – admittedly often horrible – set from the Internet Archive while I write. That’s probably why the movie was in cable rotation last night anyways – 45 years since Woodstock, this August. I guess the one who was really playing young was Anna Pacquin – she was supposed to be my age in 1969, fourteen, in the movie, and she was seventeen in real life. Still not that much … I get a lump in my throat when I think back to those days. It’s kind of like watching Mad Men, especially now that they’re up to 1969-70, too.
