Spring cleaning with Meghan in the bedroom.

Accompanied Mom to her first cataract surgery. I may have been more anxious than she was.

Last night’s kitchen victory: the dude and I churned the blueberry gelato.

The dude and I made gelato base and blueberry purée tonight.

The family came downtown for lunch. We ate at Tat’s.

Now reading Why Buddhism is True by Robert Wright.

Tonight’s kitchen victory: salade Niçoise, a royal pain in the ass but so good.

Walked to U Village this afternoon (2h15m). (Actually to Zoka, but same thing.)

Meghan dealt with the handyman contractor this week to install a screen door for our patio door. It is so great.

The bambina has gone to a “hiking and berry picking” class all week. Tonight we had some of her raspberries in a green salad with a red wine / apple cider vinaigrette.

Not sure what to read next: There’s new Neal Stephenson, and Empress of Forever briefly touched its hat to Gene Wolfe, but I’m not sure I want either the commitment or to read another old white dude right now, but I also don’t have anything else lined up.

the Bambina: [stretching for a thing she dropped]

me: Do you want a hand?

the Bambina [picking it up]: No thanks. I’m a strong, independent woman.

This afternoon’s kitchen victory: smoking bacon with Amy and Dave and Meghan.

Went to Mom’s with the family for strawberry shortcake.

Empress of Forever was really good. It took a left turn at chapter 3, then fell into a structure so superficially standard that I didn’t notice the very interesting thing Gladstone was doing until about halfway through. Another book I’ll be thinking about in the next weeks.