Above is a sign I've been meaning to photograph for probably about a year now. You know, just in case any of you need it.
Below is another one.
Which driving school would you rather: "ALERT," or another local school called Angelwood? The former has the classic misused quotation marks, negating the word
they're trying to emphasize, and the latter name contains a word for
someone who used to be alive. Neither instill much confidence, driving school owners.
So, weekend went very well. The weather was fabulous, it finally feels like fall. We got to turn off the AC and had to put on the heat.
In addition to taking those photos above, I got to do a few more things I've been meaning to do for a long time: the major one was cleaning out the hubbs' office, which has been in disarray since we moved in. Again, it's amazing how much more sane it makes you feel to have order and open space. (That makes the TV show Hoarders that much more disturbing.)
On Saturday the farmers' market had a Farm to Table promotion by Toyota, where we got to try numerous little dishes made by local chefs with ingredients from the market, and we test drove a silent hybrid Highlander SUV, for which we were each rewarded with free maple cutting boards. I just want to put it out there: I can be bought. If Toyota wants to buy my love further, I will have nothing but effusive praise for them.Oh, what a feeling, and so on.
On Sunday, I woke up early and hung out with the garden and the dogs for a few hours, taking photos as the sun crept over the plants, feeling like I was cheating by using the morning sun. It makes it too easy. I posted some favorite photos here.
I notice the hubbs and I spending more time with our garden as it progresses. I look out every morning, and it's the first thing I do after work, go out and inspect and see what's new and what got bigger or turned a new color. He wants to get into doing green roofs professionally when we get back to Brooklyn, and I'm hoping we can have one of our own. We're already planning to bring back our cayenne tree--and it is becoming a tree. Where it will go--who knows? We have a lot more things now than space back there. Hopefully our apartment won't look like a hoarder's when we move back.
Funny, my eye for living quarters has changed since we moved. I looked at photos online from someone who was looking for a roommate in Brooklyn. His place looked a lot like our apartment in Brooklyn; that was my first thought. It also looked...pretty crummy in the kitchen department. Which led to the third thought: our kitchen in Brooklyn is crummy. Already knew that, but will know it more upon return.
Speaking of kitchens (wow, what a smooth transition), the husband and I both had some more cooking success this weekend, including a spontaneous macaroni salad to bring along to Saturday night festivities. The first festivity was our friends' two-year-old's birthday party. Normally I am not big on adults going to birthday parties for young children, but this one had the last local half-keg of Brooklyn Lager, so there you go: Now adult-friendly. The birthday girl named my mac salad when she tried some of it, then burst into tears. She was expecting it to be creamy and cheesy macaroni and cheese, but what she got was spicy and tangy with little bits of peppers and minced onions and such: everything a kid doesn't want. (Welcome to life, kid. It's time she learned.) So it's now the Mac Salad that Makes the Young Girls Cry (no one else was moved to tears, BTW).
Anyhoo, just a real gem of a weekend, and I love October, and will be carving my gray heirloom pumpkin soon, and yay.
LOLLOLLOL.....
only you kane....giving that poor kid onions and peppers, but on the other hand, she's in louisiana, she should already be eating those things...
Posted by: vl100butch | October 19, 2009 at 10:18 AM
It got down right chilly here in North Alabama over the weekend. I think it went down to 34 degrees last night.
And nothing says Happy 2nd Birthday more than a little taste of realism. One day she'll thank you for opening her eyes at such a young age.
Posted by: Apollo | October 19, 2009 at 10:40 AM
I want some of that macaroni salad! I also want your heirloom ghost pumpkin. Been looking for them around here. Hard to track down those ghosts.
Posted by: Karin | October 19, 2009 at 05:09 PM
"Spontaneous macaroni salad."
I like the sound of that....great band name. And the lyrics are already half written....*and* an endorsement deal right there for the picking too.
Nice.
Posted by: jason | October 19, 2009 at 05:10 PM
Yes. Alcohol for adults at kids' parties is a must. Why else would we suffer through Chuck-E-Cheese?
Posted by: MeanieT | October 19, 2009 at 07:03 PM
please, please, please submit the photo of the "alert" driving school to this, my guilty pleasure:
http://www.unnecessaryquotes.com/
(first time commenter, btw)
Posted by: stpauligrl | October 23, 2009 at 11:35 AM
Thanks all.
Karin, I didn't know those were called ghost pumpkins, but that makes them even better.
Hi, stpauligirl! I love that blog, too! Just submitted it.
Posted by: Colleen Kane | October 23, 2009 at 11:49 AM