Good Weekend
I am a very private, hermity person, but once in a while, I really enjoy the company of good friends, and this weekend was full of it.
On Friday, I got to hang out with lethe555, who (whom?, grammar brain is off right now) I sorely miss. We got to go on an evening adventure to the spooooky crazy cat trailer, wherein five little kitties got fondled and fed while I drank Jack and hot tea from my thermos. It was beautiful in the valley at sunset, and then, sitting on the dirt road in in the dark in lethe555's car, so quiet and still. (I really wish I lived in an area with trees and water and less goddmann noise.) Then, back to lethe555's house for philosophical chatting (oh, I miss it!) before heading home.
When I got there, our old friends Bill and Jacque showed up with their granddaughter, Autumn, who is two (they caretake full-time). Right as they pulled up, commotion and grodiness ensued (Autumn puked all over the car seat and her clothes). So it was hi, Oh My God, here's a bucket and some rags and I'll hold the flashlight and you strip her down and take her into the bath, etc., etc. Yay for kids! After the vomity car seat cover was safely in the washer, we put the kiddos to bed, then stayed up talking and laughing late into the night.
The next day, I awoke to something insanely delicious happening in the kitchen. Joseph made huevos rancheros in green sauce, topped with chopped fresh jalapeno and onion, pan fried potatoes, bacon, AND sausage, and lightly sauteed spinach. Oh, oh, heaven.
After we ate, we cleaned the kitchen, hung out some more, our friends departed, Hannah, daddy and I showered up, and the three of us drove to the backside of the mountain to visit chamisa. A couple/few months ago, I was complaining on our SCA list that no one ever just throws a turkey in the oven unless it's Thanksgiving, and that really sucks, because I adore turkey. Well, the result of my bitching was this dinner invite. We got to chamisa's around 2:30 and hovered in the kitchen for a while, drinking wine and beer, munching on fresh veggies, and trying not to lose our minds (well, I was, at least) while the maddening aroma of roasting turkey wafted under my nose. When it was time, we sat down to a lovely salad topped with dried cherries and goat cheese, and then, and then!, on to the main course--mouthwatering turkey, incredible risotto with mushrooms and onions, buttermilk cheddar biscuits, and gravy made with the pan drippings. Ooooooooooooo. So, fucking, good. And wait! There's more! For desert, chocolate cake with homemade Bourbon ice cream and good, strong coffee. By the time we finished, it was about to get dark, and rather than risk a crash (my night sight sucks) or a food coma (I am a notorious bird picker -- just can't leave it alone, no matter how full I am), we headed home, happy and totally sated.
On Sunday, Joseph went to fighter practice and I hung out with Hannah, watched a movie, then finished cutting out and stringing black bats to hang from the roof. I got all my school work done, too, which is awesome! Really good weekend. :)
On Friday, I got to hang out with lethe555, who (whom?, grammar brain is off right now) I sorely miss. We got to go on an evening adventure to the spooooky crazy cat trailer, wherein five little kitties got fondled and fed while I drank Jack and hot tea from my thermos. It was beautiful in the valley at sunset, and then, sitting on the dirt road in in the dark in lethe555's car, so quiet and still. (I really wish I lived in an area with trees and water and less goddmann noise.) Then, back to lethe555's house for philosophical chatting (oh, I miss it!) before heading home.
When I got there, our old friends Bill and Jacque showed up with their granddaughter, Autumn, who is two (they caretake full-time). Right as they pulled up, commotion and grodiness ensued (Autumn puked all over the car seat and her clothes). So it was hi, Oh My God, here's a bucket and some rags and I'll hold the flashlight and you strip her down and take her into the bath, etc., etc. Yay for kids! After the vomity car seat cover was safely in the washer, we put the kiddos to bed, then stayed up talking and laughing late into the night.
The next day, I awoke to something insanely delicious happening in the kitchen. Joseph made huevos rancheros in green sauce, topped with chopped fresh jalapeno and onion, pan fried potatoes, bacon, AND sausage, and lightly sauteed spinach. Oh, oh, heaven.
After we ate, we cleaned the kitchen, hung out some more, our friends departed, Hannah, daddy and I showered up, and the three of us drove to the backside of the mountain to visit chamisa. A couple/few months ago, I was complaining on our SCA list that no one ever just throws a turkey in the oven unless it's Thanksgiving, and that really sucks, because I adore turkey. Well, the result of my bitching was this dinner invite. We got to chamisa's around 2:30 and hovered in the kitchen for a while, drinking wine and beer, munching on fresh veggies, and trying not to lose our minds (well, I was, at least) while the maddening aroma of roasting turkey wafted under my nose. When it was time, we sat down to a lovely salad topped with dried cherries and goat cheese, and then, and then!, on to the main course--mouthwatering turkey, incredible risotto with mushrooms and onions, buttermilk cheddar biscuits, and gravy made with the pan drippings. Ooooooooooooo. So, fucking, good. And wait! There's more! For desert, chocolate cake with homemade Bourbon ice cream and good, strong coffee. By the time we finished, it was about to get dark, and rather than risk a crash (my night sight sucks) or a food coma (I am a notorious bird picker -- just can't leave it alone, no matter how full I am), we headed home, happy and totally sated.
On Sunday, Joseph went to fighter practice and I hung out with Hannah, watched a movie, then finished cutting out and stringing black bats to hang from the roof. I got all my school work done, too, which is awesome! Really good weekend. :)