Yesterday was a bus adventure with the bambina: to the cat cafe on Capitol Hill, then the aquarium and the wheel on the waterfront, and then back up to Capitol Hill for ice cream.
Yesterday was a bus adventure with the bambina: to the cat cafe on Capitol Hill, then the aquarium and the wheel on the waterfront, and then back up to Capitol Hill for ice cream.
Finished reading Last Night in Montreal by Emily St. John Mandel. I enjoyed it, though I was quite tired of some of the characters by the end of the book. The story had a couple coincidental meetings that were even less plausible than some in Station Eleven — we’ll see if this is a recurring motif in her work.
Alas, this means that all older posts are marked “(edited)”, but I find it hard to care very much. Maybe I’ll fix it in the next week or so? Okay, fine, I fixed it (by making sure to preserve timestamps when using rsync to copy the source files, and not using git to repopulate the files).
Moving various pile.org sites (including this one) to a new server (at the same host).
Walked to the farmers’ market, maybe 3½ miles. Meghan met me there.
Tonight’s kitchen victory: fresh ricotta.
Meanwhile, the dude and I watched a few episodes of Arcane (his recommendation; quite good, but I might not watch more on account of too much grim in the dark), and The Hunt for Red October (my recommendation; holds up well, except for certain special effects which were a stretch even by 1990 standards).
Meghan and the bambina went camping on Whidbey Island with Katie and her son. They came back Very Tired.
Got my second covid booster yesterday. I haven’t felt any side-effects yet; with the previous three doses, I’d’ve felt under the weather by now.
Tonight’s kitchen victory: pea shoot pesto with garlic scapes (ingredients from Amy’s farm).
Amy and Dave came over for dinner.
Walked for about 12 miles today.
Watched fireworks at Mom’s last night with Greg and Jocelyn and the kids.
Pulled a bunch of volunteer trees from the front yard — an ash, a madrona, and at least a dozen cherries.
Tonight’s kitchen victory: quiche with chard from Meghan’s garden and garlic scapes from Amy’s farm. Plus the crust was perhaps the least troublesome I’ve ever made.