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.
We are now in Maui, but I promised a description of the trip to the top of Diamond Head. A tough walk straight up, but the view was worth it:
On the Big Island, which is really big, some of us went to the Volcano park and checked out a steaming caldera:
We also went to the place of refuge. It was both fascinating and beautiful.
Check out the attention to detail, even on the rope barriers:
Hopefully, in a few hours, I’ll be able to tell you what Waikiki looks like from Diamond Head. My sister, Niece 2 and I are meeting up in a little while to hike the crater and then we will feast on breakfast. Then it is off to the Big Island.
Yesterday we toured the zoo, aquarium and took in fireworks. A pretty full day. The day before the nieces and I went surfing. More accurately, they went surfing, popping up on their boards like they’d always known how to do it. It was pretty awesome. Me? Caught a decent wave on my knees, but I am in no shape to stand up and hang ten.
I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around the combination of very city vibe and beach tourist scene in Waikiki. I’m ready for a slower pace.
Here are some pictures from our visit:
Fire dance at the luau
Mother and child:
The title of this post is the email I sent the better-half yesterday. That was the entirety of it.
I never thought I’d live long enough to see marriage equality in Virginia, but that happened in October 2014. We thought at the time, if Virginia can pull it’s proverbial ass out, then how long before the rest of the nation could? As it turns out, not too long.
It makes me .
It’s been a hell of a few weeks. All people can get married. We can all get health care. An ignorant, racist twat in South Carolina tried to bring The Hate and instead we’re learning how to bring the love and respect to the table, finally. As a girl raised in Virginia and born in the late 60s, who would have thought.
Last weekend we took the Nieces to visit with the better-half’s aunt and walk to the top of Crabtree Falls.
You’re the top:
You’re the smile on Mona Lisa:
You’re the Louvre Museum:
You’re the time of the Derby Winner:
OK, the Cole Porter lyrics are letting me down. We played a version of Bocce on Sunday morning. I’m pretty sure we were only doing it partially right, but it was quite fun and I’d play again.
We went to see Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox last Friday night and this photo is from their rendition of Sweet Child of Mine:
The woman to the far right was tap dancing. Tap dancing. The best way to hear that song, ever.
We were given these:
which was our entry into a speakeasy. The space was great, the band was hot and the drinks were outstanding. A completely unexpected thing to do after a show and so much fun.
Last night, we went to see the Psychedelic Furs. We stood behind these guys:
Do you recognize them? Me, not the particulars, but had I seen the Psychedelic Furs back in the day, I would have stood behind these guys. Same age group, same level of enthusiasm and it was nice to see. I could imagine these guys standing around, dressed the same way in 1989, buying each other beers and cracking each other up.
Because we are on vacation and the weather is outstanding, we indulged in some cheese:
The strawberries and the pumpernickel rye on the plate were purchased this morning from the Farmers’ Market. The place was back in full swing this morning.
Last year we did the Komen walk with someone who was in the beginning stages of cancer treatment. This year the someone was wearing a pink survivor shirt. View from one of the bridges:
The youngest niece and I ran through the In Color station and, lordy, even after a shower, I still have orange powder on my back. My clothes are clean, thankfully.
It was a fun day and it’s a much better feeling knowing the someone is in a pink shirt this year.
The better-half gave me this for my birthday:
Now we just need to hook it up.
We made short ribs last weekend and to finish them off, the better-half made gravy. Open-faced goodness:
For something that looks like it was a brown lump on a plate, it was delicious.
We bought tulips, but I am thinking we need to plant some this fall:
The wisteria is nuts in the wild part of our yard:
In other random news, I walked downstairs yesterday morning and found a chicken in the front yard. Not something that happens every day. She wandered off and I presume jumped the fence back to her own yard.