Tuesday night we saw Stevie Wonder in concert. Stevie. Wonder. He stopped playing abruptly at 10pm. For an intermission. We are old and went to our hotel and fell asleep. A younger co-worker was at the same show and left at midnight to drive an hour home. She’s a bigger bad ass than I am, but Stevie is actually a bigger bad ass because he wasn’t quite done. I don’t know exactly when he quit, but it was way after what we expected.
Tonight we went to a Duncan Sheik and Suzanne Vega show. They were pretty stripped down and played some new songs from a theatrical release they are working on based on Carson McCullers. One song in particular hit all the English major notes perfectly. They came together at the end to perform some of their better known songs (Tom’s Diner and Barely Breathing as examples). It was an interesting crowd. The theater is on a college campus but hardly anyone in the audience was anywhere near the age of an undergraduate. Some of the audience members were easily in their 70s or 80s. I know age doesn’t equate to musical tastes, but I think some of the audience members are season ticket holders and so they get an exposure to a lot of music they wouldn’t ordinarily know. Not such a bad thing.
As we were walking to the car, a young couple walked past us. She had on something seriously skimpy and, in my head, I said put some clothes on (it’s November 20th for crying out loud). The young man kept saying “don’t puke”. So, we went from q-tip old ladies to barely dressed drunk 20 year olds. Not at bad thing.
I woke up at 2:45 this morning having to use the bathroom like I was a race horse at the end of a race. Also, I couldn’t remember if we’d put the breakfast sausage in the refrigerator. I was afraid it was on the counter. Our house is old and creaky so I decided to go downstairs to do my thing and then stay downstairs because old and creaky.
The sausage was in the refrigerator just as it was supposed to be. Then the cat was on me so I slept a few hours on the couch. I had the weirdest dream that I was in the basement of our house and it had water in it. That’s not something that can happen at our house, but there you go. I also couldn’t open the door to go out because I’d set off the alarm and for some reason I couldn’t just walk back up the stairs. Thankfully, the cat got off the couch and woke me up.
After breakfast (a sausage and spinach frittata), I went out to mulch leaves with the lawn mower and then we cranked up the old lawn mower named “the clearer of the land”. It didn’t want to start or stay started but I cleared a bunch of ivy, saplings and liriope out from under a holy. One tiny step to order out of chaos. Eventually the backyard will not be such a freak show of ivy, weeds and saplings that spring up from our ugly, you ain’t got no alibi hedge.
As of today, I’m on three interview panels. Here’s a tip: you are immediately above the other people who we’re interviewing if you can demonstrate that you know what our business is.
You know, what we actually do. You don’t need to know all the details, but act like you’ve at least read something about us. It sounds simple, doesn’t it?
We obtained free tickets to Saturday’s Festy Experience. We thought, what the heck, let’s go.
It took us an hour to drive 6 miles because of construction on the interstate. This was before we even left Richmond. The rest of the drive was fine. Then we waited in a relatively short line to trade our tickets for wristbands. Then we waited in line to buy cups because our comped tickets didn’t include the cup. Luckily there was also beer for sale in the cup line. We waited for a short time to get Australian Pies.
We listened to the Larry Keel Experience and then decided we should get another drink and maybe one of those tasty looking wood fired pizzas. The better-half went in search of the pizza and I went to die in line for two beers. I waited 45 minutes for two beers. There was a minor riot about to begin when folks realized how freaking long it took to get something to drink. By the time I got back to our chairs, the pizza was half-eaten and stone cold. I was beside myself. The Festy sits on the grounds adjacent to a beer company. There were two beer tents. There is ZERO reason why it should take anyone 45 minutes to buy a freaking beer.
We listened to Love Canon and then left. So, to recap, we went to Nelson county to wait in line.
At least the mountains were pretty:
This tiny bike race* is happening this week in Richmond. It’s so small that I’m going to have to work from home for three days this week. Our neighborhood happens to be along the time trial route so we walked down to watch some of the women’s teams speed by.
The neighborhood getting ready for the first team:
One of the homeowners on the route was hosting a catered affair. I wanted to crash the party to ask for a Bloody Mary and a canape. Instead, I admired their artwork:
No doubt, these women are fast:
A fierce woman rider:
On Monday, I walked over to the start/finish line with some co-workers. The under-23 individual men time trials were just starting:
*I’m totally kidding. This thing is huge.
This week the magic happened.
Let me start by saying our guest bedroom closet has been a nightmare of boxes, suitcases and boxes. There were some boxes in there too. The closet had no shelving, rods, or anything in it except dust when we moved. So we filled it with boxes. Did I mention boxes?
Now it looks like this:
As it turns out most of what was in that closet, belongs in the office. The office is a tiny room that had zero storage. No closets, no cabinets, nothing. Hence all of the boxes in the other room. We now have storage:
Now that the room has been built out, I can finally put up some real window treatments and the last of the paper blinds can go the way of the dodo.
Speaking of boxes, it’s hard to see in the before picture, but there is a box on the laundry room floor that has not moved since we moved in. That box is now in the garage and soon to be in the recycle bin:
This time last year we planned on spending the afternoon smoking a chicken and hanging out in our backyard only to be thwarted by a gazillion girl scouts in the neighboring backyard. Damn, if it didn’t happen again today. The exact scenario.
I’m way too pleased that it just started to pour rain. It’s one of those summer storms that will be gone in the next few minutes, but my devil horns are tingling.
We went to Duck this weekend and stretched it out for four days over the already long holiday weekend. The better-half needed a vacation and I was more than happy to help him out with that.
We’ve been talking about kayaking for years each time we go to the beach. This year we finally did it. It helped clarify that we miss being on the water since we gave up our canoe a few years ago. I think kayaks are in our near future. We tried a tandem kayak and the better-half doesn’t want a front-seat driver (me). So, I think we’ll have to get another mount for the car and get two kayaks–yeah we bought a new car this summer and bought a kayak mount for the roof rack. The kayak thing has been some time in coming. No need to move quickly around here.
We’d never been up to Corolla so we tooled around one morning and it was perfect timing since most people were going the other way to head south on Route 12.
We walked out to look at the Sound and smell the good smells–know what I’m talking about? I like that smell of the tide being out:
It was off and on cloudy for the entire trip and windy as all get out. I’m going to be fighting off chapped lips for the rest of the week.
I took a picture of the sunrise one morning just using the iPad (up early to read):
That photo doesn’t show the doe and fawn that clambered up the dunes.
I took this on our last night from the other side of the resort’s main building. Staying on the sound-side has some advantages:
How did it get to be the end of August already?
Last night was super nice so we spent most of our time on the patio. I bet it’s been two months since we pulled out the cushions and slouched down in our chairs. The neighbors set up a campground in the backyard–two tents, chairs and a fire pit. The kids were super excited, but I get the sense the adults were as well. I’m pretty sure I smelled hot dogs.
This morning we went to the farmer’s market and it strikes me as funny that I went there to buy zucchini to make zucchini bread. If you’ve ever grown zucchini, that’s funny because usually you resort to the bread option because you can’t think of yet another way to use up a couple of pounds of the vegetable. And, here I am, buying zucchini for the sole purpose of making the bread. We also bought a bunch of green beans–hello dilly green beans. I’ll be pulling out the canner a bit later this weekend.
Even though I can’t believe it’s the end of August, the trees can. I’m looking out the window now and watching leaves fall. There are already leaves in the gutter. The better-half and I joked they’ll be there for the next six months or more while we wait for the city to come by to collect them.
We are in Annapolis for a very quick trip. Basically a 24 hour whirlwind of going to a concert and then heading home. We are staying in a clean but crappy hotel.
At 4:30 this morning, I heard someone open a can of something carbonated. It sounded like it was right next to me. Just a few minutes ago the ding of a microwave was just as loud. I can only assume there is an employee room nearby because we don’t have a neighboring guest room because we are on a breezeway.
The bed is a lumpy mess. I’ve turned into a hotel snob.
Edited at 6:30 am-a fire alarm went off. I hate this place.