Aw saccharomyces. No.
My brother is winging his way back to the midwest as we speak, after a brief but excellent visit. I don't know if I've convinced him to move to San Diego, but I let him know I was trying. And I got him to change his home zip code on LinkedIn to mine, so at least he'll get leads for potential new gigs here, where his skills are very much in demand. I know he's fed up with his current gig. Here's hoping he's able to find something less soul-sucking. And he sounds motivated to finally make some necessary updates to the fixer-upper he lives in so he can legally sell it and move into something that has floors. Good goal, that!
After our fun holiday Monday, I had to work, so I left Bro42 with my car keys and some ideas for heading up to the mountains. However, he didn't feel up to it and went to Home Despot, where he purchased a new sliding screen door for us and installed it, which was incredibly kind of him. It still sticks a bit due to irregularities in the track, but far less than the old one. Plus, the screen is actually attached to the frame, which the old one was not. So yeah, it may actually keep insects out now, provided we remember to close it! :D After work, Bro42 met me at home (he was having a grand old time at a dive bar he found after an unsuccessful food truck hunt) and we took the Long Low Ladies to Fiesta Island, which was a bit cool and windy and absolutely perfect for meandering. I was pleasantly surprised that the girls went into the water and ran and played a lot, despite the cool weather.
My brother has a theory that you can't really claim to be from a place if you don't have a favorite burger or pizza joint, and he tested this theory by asking me where we could go to get a good pizza. I immediately answered with two possibilities: Lorna's for old-school homestyle Italian pizza, and Blind Lady Ale House for award-winning modern pizza with local ingredients. He asked which was more quintessentially San Diegan, and since BLAH is also home to Automatic Brewing, of course we ended up there. I daresay we haven't been there in over a year, which is really sad.
I had a Cheers moment when I walked in and P, who works at the bar, held up his arms like, "Took you long enough to get here, asshole. Now give me a hug." Which, of course, I did. And I realized my singing friend D was working in the kitchen, and he gave me a merry wave. And I got to talk with L, their brewmaster, who I've fangirled for well over a decade now. AND we got amazing pizza and beer! Mr. 42 and I met P on our Belgian beer tour in 2007, so seeing him was a special treat. It was also a reminder that we need to get down to BLAH more often. Because damn the food is amazing, plus the beeeeeer! So that was awesome.
We had a couple more delicious bottles at home and chatted while Bro42 did laundry and went outside for occasional smoke breaks. Unfortunately, the live yeast in bottle-conditioned beer does not make my guts happy with me the next day, so I've been paying for the indulgence a bit today. Still. Worth it. Because Bruery Grey Monday and Alpine Plaid the Impaler. I will definitely be snagging some kombucha with lunch in hopes of soothing the yeasty beasties.
Tonight I am freeeeee! I will probably squander this unlooked-for gift at home, doing laundry, working on Games of Thrones music, and watching TV whilst snuggling with Mr. 42 and/or the dogs. But ultimately, that's my call, and I'm gonna suck the marrow out of getting to be selfish every now and then. Have I mentioned the past weeks have been INSANE, even for me? Do you know how many unscheduled evenings where I wasn't entertaiing I've had before tonight? Two in the last thirty-one days, and one of those involved cancelling plans because Mr. 42 and I were both sick. I dearly love singing and having people visit, so that part of the insanity has been wonderful. However, a bit of "me" time would not be amiss in the coming weeks, becasuse counting that out really drives home that I have absolutely been neglecting myself of late, and I should probably start trying to undo that in the near future. Here's hoping prioritizing myself frees up some brain space for my sshg_giftfest story, because I feel like I'm writing for the trash can a bit, as bambu345 calls it. But hey, writing is writing, and writing helps me figure stuff out. I love my prompts. I have an outline. Things that are making me giggle. I've even done some perfunctory research (though I still need to read it, ho hum). This is all progress. And incremental progress is still progress. *nods*
Right! Off to obtain some live cultures to do battle with the eldritch horror yeast currently trashing my gut. Excelsior!
Smooches to All,
Mun42
After our fun holiday Monday, I had to work, so I left Bro42 with my car keys and some ideas for heading up to the mountains. However, he didn't feel up to it and went to Home Despot, where he purchased a new sliding screen door for us and installed it, which was incredibly kind of him. It still sticks a bit due to irregularities in the track, but far less than the old one. Plus, the screen is actually attached to the frame, which the old one was not. So yeah, it may actually keep insects out now, provided we remember to close it! :D After work, Bro42 met me at home (he was having a grand old time at a dive bar he found after an unsuccessful food truck hunt) and we took the Long Low Ladies to Fiesta Island, which was a bit cool and windy and absolutely perfect for meandering. I was pleasantly surprised that the girls went into the water and ran and played a lot, despite the cool weather.
My brother has a theory that you can't really claim to be from a place if you don't have a favorite burger or pizza joint, and he tested this theory by asking me where we could go to get a good pizza. I immediately answered with two possibilities: Lorna's for old-school homestyle Italian pizza, and Blind Lady Ale House for award-winning modern pizza with local ingredients. He asked which was more quintessentially San Diegan, and since BLAH is also home to Automatic Brewing, of course we ended up there. I daresay we haven't been there in over a year, which is really sad.
I had a Cheers moment when I walked in and P, who works at the bar, held up his arms like, "Took you long enough to get here, asshole. Now give me a hug." Which, of course, I did. And I realized my singing friend D was working in the kitchen, and he gave me a merry wave. And I got to talk with L, their brewmaster, who I've fangirled for well over a decade now. AND we got amazing pizza and beer! Mr. 42 and I met P on our Belgian beer tour in 2007, so seeing him was a special treat. It was also a reminder that we need to get down to BLAH more often. Because damn the food is amazing, plus the beeeeeer! So that was awesome.
We had a couple more delicious bottles at home and chatted while Bro42 did laundry and went outside for occasional smoke breaks. Unfortunately, the live yeast in bottle-conditioned beer does not make my guts happy with me the next day, so I've been paying for the indulgence a bit today. Still. Worth it. Because Bruery Grey Monday and Alpine Plaid the Impaler. I will definitely be snagging some kombucha with lunch in hopes of soothing the yeasty beasties.
Tonight I am freeeeee! I will probably squander this unlooked-for gift at home, doing laundry, working on Games of Thrones music, and watching TV whilst snuggling with Mr. 42 and/or the dogs. But ultimately, that's my call, and I'm gonna suck the marrow out of getting to be selfish every now and then. Have I mentioned the past weeks have been INSANE, even for me? Do you know how many unscheduled evenings where I wasn't entertaiing I've had before tonight? Two in the last thirty-one days, and one of those involved cancelling plans because Mr. 42 and I were both sick. I dearly love singing and having people visit, so that part of the insanity has been wonderful. However, a bit of "me" time would not be amiss in the coming weeks, becasuse counting that out really drives home that I have absolutely been neglecting myself of late, and I should probably start trying to undo that in the near future. Here's hoping prioritizing myself frees up some brain space for my sshg_giftfest story, because I feel like I'm writing for the trash can a bit, as bambu345 calls it. But hey, writing is writing, and writing helps me figure stuff out. I love my prompts. I have an outline. Things that are making me giggle. I've even done some perfunctory research (though I still need to read it, ho hum). This is all progress. And incremental progress is still progress. *nods*
Right! Off to obtain some live cultures to do battle with the eldritch horror yeast currently trashing my gut. Excelsior!
Smooches to All,
Mun42