B is for....
Baltimore!
The boy and I just got back last night from a 4-day trip to visit family. It was very COLD in Baltimore last weekend. We had good times, though...spaghetti and turkey dinners at one Auntie's house, Craftapalooza at the other's. Lunch at a venerable Hampden Road hangout, Cafe Hon. It looks like this on the outside:
And this on the inside:
Beyond that, there's not much to tell:
- The boy is spoiled and sleep-deprived.
- I am (as always) reeling from the drama and discontinuity of dealing with all of my siblings at once.
- One of my sister's little dogs ate most of the pignolis from Vaccaro's that I bought for P.
While I was gone, P painted our cathedral ceiling, which needed it badly. What a nice husband. Major points to him. Too bad I really couldn't reward him with the cookies I went out in 13 degree weather and so carefully selected for him. (A few survived, mostly intact, and were consumed last night amidst muttered imprecations about Horrid Evil Little Dogs.)
It's good to be home.
The boy and I just got back last night from a 4-day trip to visit family. It was very COLD in Baltimore last weekend. We had good times, though...spaghetti and turkey dinners at one Auntie's house, Craftapalooza at the other's. Lunch at a venerable Hampden Road hangout, Cafe Hon. It looks like this on the outside:
And this on the inside:
Beyond that, there's not much to tell:
- The boy is spoiled and sleep-deprived.
- I am (as always) reeling from the drama and discontinuity of dealing with all of my siblings at once.
- One of my sister's little dogs ate most of the pignolis from Vaccaro's that I bought for P.
While I was gone, P painted our cathedral ceiling, which needed it badly. What a nice husband. Major points to him. Too bad I really couldn't reward him with the cookies I went out in 13 degree weather and so carefully selected for him. (A few survived, mostly intact, and were consumed last night amidst muttered imprecations about Horrid Evil Little Dogs.)
It's good to be home.