January 2012
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Tonight's Dinner:
Pesto from a lost garden…
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If you have ever wondered what it looks like
when someone steals all the shelves from a library you can come over to our house but I will spare you the photo.
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Well, now we know...
that we own 918 cubic feet of stuff. Pretty exactly.
Moving day always makes it feel like too much stuff.
Whew.
Leon came home with us from our dessert/coffee/drink meet-up and helped me with paint - touch ups in the bathroom and kitchen and bedroom & a total re-do in the front room. Place looks great.
Gifts from Larkspur Street
Living in this part of town has given me so many gifts these last four years. Here are two from this week:
On Sunday, I almost skipped my run. I was reading a friend’s chapter on Virginia Woolf until it was nearly dark, and I was, well, a little glum about how I’ll be leaving my trails behind soon. Now, that is no reason to turn down a trail run, but you try telling that to the...
Not Just Packing... but work of moving all the...
They just goodbyed us at Northside today with a laying on of hands and prayer and a special coffee hour with St. Aidan’s because Dan’s worked with so many of their members, too, through the associated ministry.
Nothing like leaving a place where you’re blessed with many friends and going to a place where you have none to make you think about friendship, how friendships sneak...
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December 2011
27 posts
A few from Christmas in Des Moines
Beckett's first Hotel Stay
Shortly after arriving, he stole the soap wrapper from the trash, carried it to his blanket, and then rolled on it. I can only assume he was freshening up.
Considered spending the morning by the door Cujo-barking at everyone who walked by in the corridor.
Decided being allowed up on the bed for a snuggle would be more fun.
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Dan swears that Paula Deen is not his spirit...
And yet we are about to make popcorn balls.
I am not midwestern enough for this.
Sent Dan to Home Depot for Insulation
He came home with a memory foam plush bath mat for the dog’s perch.
So it turns out that an Osteria doesn't serve...
My friend Chris informed me of this fact this week. It’s good to know I can still astonish people with my ignorance once in a while on a regular basis. This morning, my town library website tells me that an osteria is an “Italian eatery much like a tavern that emphasizes local ingredients, small production wines, and hospitality.”
I’ve been waiting for the bus across...
Went Rowing with Dan tonight
Or erging, really. I like it, so far, which probably means I’m not yet very acquainted with the erg. I’m not yet doing it well enough to make myself suffer. Coach Skip is already threatening to do something nauseating like put Dan and I in a mixed double together someday. For the next few months, I’m on a run 5, row 2 plan and I’m pretty excited about it. (So is...
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