The Show

We made plans with the better-half’s aunt months ago to go see the B52s and Squeeze last night. About three weeks ago his aunt broke her foot. She asked us to find someone to use the ticket and that she’d really like for us to stay with her even though she wouldn’t be able to go to the show. We decided to ask Niece 1 if she’d like to go. She did. The better-half’s aunt was thrilled to finally meet Niece 1.

We knew the show would be popular because come on…it’s the B52s and Squeeze on a Thursday night. We were not prepared for how many people showed up:

If you’ve ever been to Wolf Trap, then you know there’s the lawn, the upper lawn where lawn chairs are allowed, the asphalt paths to the bathrooms and to the gate and then a wee bit more grass. We were in the wee bit more grass area. We could not see the stage unless we stood on tiptoe. It could have been worse, though. When we went to see Prairie Home Companion several years ago we couldn’t even see the stage area–that whole massive thing in the picture above? Couldn’t even see it. We were on the backside of the wee patch of lawn. In the woods. We’ll never go back to see one of those shows again because no amount of folksy humor is worth the view of bupkis.

We took turns walking around with the Niece while Squeeze played. I was singing along by the time the Niece and the better-half got back from their walk-about. It was about that time that more and more devices around us started to light up. Everyone was checking their various weather apps because behind us the lightning started. It was far off and we thought the storm might go the other way. It’s happened before. Then the wind came up.

The breeze felt so good because it was about 9000 degrees at 9pm last night in Northern Virginia. The storm got worse and those of us in the wee bit of grass started packing up. The better-half took back the rental chairs–which are absolutely worth the price and you can sit anywhere in the lawn with them–and retrieved his driver’s license from the rental folks. The Niece and I gathered up our picnic blanket and other bits and pieces. We bolted to the car, laughing in the rain. The storm unleashed just as we got into the car. Lucky us. We listened to the B52s in the car, pretending it was the show.

This morning we pried the Niece out of bed just before eight and the four of us went to Anita’s for breakfast. The three adults indulged in New Mexico style breakfasts and the Niece chowed down on French toast. After breakfast, we took care of some chores for the aunt while she was on a conference call and then we left. Traffic was crap on the way home until we stopped in Fredericksburg for milk shakes. The better-half and the Niece got two shakes apiece–it was lunch, after all. I ended up drinking most of the Niece’s second serving. We were going to take the scenic route home but 95South opened up and we cruised home.

I’m not sure what the Niece did after we dropped her off, but I took a half-hour nap. The better-half is still napping. Too much fun is what it was. Too much fun.

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Tossed it back in

I’ve been reading a lot this summer. I don’t know if it’s because I’m increasingly becoming a curmudgeon (being more comfortable with that title, perhaps) or if I’m just lucky in selecting books that have pissed me off.

I started reading Lydia Davis and I was amused by some of her very short stories at first. Then it became an endurance test. While showering this morning, I decided her writing, at least in Varieties of Disturbance, is like performance art. You are pulled in for the first few minutes and by the time the piece has run its course you are just annoyed. You don’t care if the artist has a vision and you beat a hasty retreat to another section of the museum or gallery.

I really felt like some of her pieces are how it must be for creative writing professors to read class assignments. Smartypants students writing on a theme and using their brilliance to shine a light on one trope (key words: smartypants, brilliance, trope, boring). The title story is a circular piece about the variety of disturbance each member of a family felt when an adult son offered to help elderly parents. By the time I got to the third paragraph about who was more disturbed, I decided NO ONE could be more disturbed than I was and I tossed the book on the table. Today I tossed the book onto the book return cart at the library. The next book had better not vex me.

The book I read before the annoyance was riveting and disturbing on an entirely different level. In the Garden of Beasts is the story of Ambassador Dodd and his family in Berlin during Hitler’s rise to power. I read the book using the Kindle app and I had a short loan period from the library. When I first loaded the e-book, I was worried the loan period wasn’t long enough, but I don’t think there was a way for me to read the book any faster. Larson has a way of hooking you immediately and not letting up until the story runs out. I can’t say that I was a fan of any of the characters (characters is the wrong word since this book is non-fiction) and I actually found myself sympathizing with one Nazi. Good grief. I never thought those words would ever come out of my mouth–read the book and tell me how you feel about Rudolf Diels. A moderate man amongst the beasts.

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Food Weekend

Yesterday morning I felt like crap. Some funky stomach thing going on. I started to feel better in the early afternoon and so ate 2 chili dogs. What? Isn’t that what you do after feeling like crap? As it turns out, that’s not the smartest choice when easing your way back to gastrointestinal happiness. By dinner, I felt like crap again. Go figure.

We made chicken meatballs for dinner. They were darn tasty even though I had the thought of “why am I eating” all through dinner. The recipe calls for ground chicken and instead of using fresh chicken, we thawed packets of leftover roasted chicken and smoked chicken (the smokiness smelled good but did not contribute any flavor to the end product). We used the stand mixer’s grinder attachment to grind the chicken. The meatballs were a bit dry, but very tasty. We definitely want to make these again and will use fresh chicken next time. Probably a mix of thigh and breast meat. I’m not sure how you feel about dark meat, but it would be superior in this recipe. You want a little fat and you want the meaty goodness thigh meat brings.

This is the better-half’s dish about halfway through:

Without any sort of segue, here’s what we had for dinner Saturday night:

Have you had these before? They are usually served as appetizers, but we ate them as the main dish. They are oysters wrapped in bacon and are usually called Angels on Horseback. Sometimes the oysters are smoked, but we used the other half of a pint jar of oysters. Friday night we had fried oysters and decided to show some restraint and not fry all the oysters.

The Angels are very easy to prepare. We took some applewood smoked bacon and partially cooked it. Then we cut the bacon slices into thirds (but should have made it halves) and wrapped it around the oysters. We broiled these until they were ready, less than 10 minutes in the oven. I really don’t remember, but it wasn’t long at all.

I tried every hot sauce in the house with the oysters and, strangely, the better-half did not put hot sauce on anything (I know, what’s up with that?). My verdict is the Angels are best plain, but the green hot sauce from Guatemala was the best of the bunch.

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Just for the record

Not much to tell here. We got power back around 7pm last night so that was about one hour short of exactly 4 days without power. My sister and her family are still waiting.

The squash plant in the compost pile is an Acorn squash. We have definite dark green fruit now. The garden was well thrashed by the storms. Tons of green tomatoes are scattered about. I did harvest a fresno pepper the other night and we were very pleased with how bracing it was. It was perfectly hot and just what our Thai beef salad needed.

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Happy Fun Time in Virginia

If it’s Monday, it means we have no electricity. Last Monday we lost power for something like 30 hours. We’ve shot past that now with the storms over the weekend. We made it through Friday’s storm with only a flicker but Saturday’s storm included a tornado not far from here and based on what the wind looked like, I think we were the lucky recipients of a storm that was just a wee bit too lazy to form into a funnel. Some trees are snapped off or over, but luckily nothing really in our immediate yard.

I told the better-half that I would publicly state that sometimes it is good to have your MIL’s sh*t in the shed. Because we have an old window unit that belonged to his mother and we’re using in the downstairs so we don’t run like raving lunatics into the street because we’ve become completely addled by the heat.

The little window unit that could:

The stairwell sure looks funny, but it was the best idea we had to keep the majority of the heat upstairs and let the cats get to the litterbox. The high temp upstairs yesterday was 86.

Our lighting supplies and Lucy added her favorite item to the pile:

Still life of gas containers and the cord that runs out to the generator:

We are not cruel masters of the generator and offer it some shade as it labors all day, every day for days and days and days (OK, a bit of insanity is setting in):

Speaking of insanity, I don’t know how many more days I can check the Dominion Power work location list and not see any part of our area on the list. Dude! There’s a snapped off pole near our house and there are tons of people back here that just give each other the “look” at the gas pump and then get back into their vehicles and schlep their expensive gas back to feed their generators so they don’t lose their refrigerators/freezers. Give us a little hope already and act like you give a sh*t about HanCo.

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Moved

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The above photo is the current state of our garage. We packed up the college apartment and brought it home yesterday afternoon. It’s interesting that the photo makes it seem almost orderly. There was a plan as we unloaded, but there’s barely room to walk. As soon as the temps calm down, I’ll start sorting things out.

My car’s thermometer registered 105 degrees a couple of times yesterday. I think the official high was 102. How is it we got so lucky?

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Experiment

The better-half left for Oklahoma on Sunday afternoon. He’s scheduled to be back on Friday. I thought I’d write something every day that he’s gone and then publish on Friday. If you are reading this, then I decided to go on with it, obviously.

Monday started off drizzly and I decided to weed whack and began cutting the grass. I usually cut with the push mower around the house and in certain spots around the yard that need a more delicate hand than the riding mower. I was cutting the area around the porch when I got stung by a yellow jacket. I am not fond of that feeling. I slowly backed away from the nest and then took the lawn mower back to the shed. It started raining and so I quit worrying with that chore. I poured some bleach down the nest hole and covered it up. There were still a lot of yellow jackets hanging around so I went in to shower and take an antihistamine for the bite. I slept for two hours in the middle of the day thanks to that pill. At least the bite on my leg is hardly noticeable. But I suspect itching in my future. I uncovered the nest later in the day so the remaining hornets could come home. Then I dosed the nest again with bleach and covered it back up. I know…all god’s creatures blah, blah, blah. I am going Keyser Söze on them and that’s just the way it is.

I finished cutting the grass on Tuesday morning. I also put the mega-smackdown on the yellow jackets since some survived the night. I covered the nest again and will check on their death progress Wednesday. I can tell you the spot on my leg is red, itchy and hot to the touch. I really hope those damn bees are dead.

I went by the library before I met my mother for lunch. There was a kid event going on and parking was pretty limited. I wonder if when the library was designed if they had any idea it would be so popular because the size of the parking lot makes me think they thought no one was interested in reading. I checked out two books by authors I was interested in, but I didn’t get the books I went in for-does that make sense? I’ve been making a list and the library didn’t have either of the books I wanted so I checked out other titles by the same authors. As an aside, I’m pretty disappointed in their e-book selection. Either they just don’t have much outside of the bodice ripper in their portfolio or I just don’t know how to find what I’m looking for. I did read Alice in Zombieland as an e-book. It was pretty well done considering the subject.

After having lunch with my mother, I bought several cans of spray paint because in addition to painting the porch and refinishing the floor, I decided our table set needed updating. I think we’ve owned that set for 10 years and it had taken on some rust. The chairs look great and my feet are a very dark shade of green. That’s what I get for wearing my pool shoes while painting. I guess it was a better choice than using the “chores” sneakers. At any rate, the table will have to wait until the better-half gets home and can help me pull the table out into the yard for a round of spraying.

Wednesday morning started at 4 am because Jim finally woke up and jumped off the blanket chest in the bedroom. The chest is old and creaky so it’s very obvious when a cat jumps off it. Jim came in Tuesday night around 10:30 and immediately got into his bed. I’m not sure where he went after he jumped off the blanket chest, but I got up and took an antihistamine because the damn bee sting was driving me crazy. So the pill, naturally, made me very dopey at 7am when Jim jumped on the bed and demanded that I get up to let him out. Lucy and Simon were both on the bed and behaving so it was a real shame that someone had demands.

Wednesday morning I googled yellow jacket stings and as I clicked the go find it button I said a little prayer that I wouldn’t see gross sting pictures. Whatever you do, don’t look up spider bites. Consider yourself warned. Anyway, what I found on the intertubes is that basically I’m not going to die (duh) and that my leg should start feeling better a few days after the bite (hello, it’s a full 2 days since the raid on my leg). My delicate constitution is apparently more delicate than I thought because by Wednesday afternoon I was resting a cold pack on the bite. Wha! Make it stop itching and burning. At least the yellow jackets are well and truly dead.

I found Niece 2 a birthday present that I think she’ll like. Can you believe she’s going to be six later this month? Seems like yesterday that I flew her through the airport like a mini-airplane when I first met her.

Just a couple of more random items for Wednesday: the porch ceiling paint job is complete. I threw away the roller without cleaning it. So there. Also, when I let Lucy in from the porch around 9:45pm she immediately went to a corner of the family room and licked the wall. No idea what that was all about, but I decided to fill up the water bowl with fresh water in case she needed to get the taste of dusty baseboard out of her mouth.

Thursday morning I walked into the kitchen and realized all the downstairs windows were fogged up because of how ungodly high the humidity was outside. The news says we’re in a heat wave, but it’s just summer in Virginia. A few nice days sprinkled in and the rest of the season full of just miserable, humid, hot and ozone-warning days.

The better-half turned forty-five today. I left him a voicemail message early my time and he called around 8 EST to talk. He’s in the middle of BFE, Oklahoma and so we mostly talked about how much the food sucks and how he needs to find something nice for dinner because he’s sick of crap. We looked over a BBQ menu and I think that’s the plan for his birthday dinner.

I have plans for his return home dinner and will be working on the okra, hot pepper and corn meal cakes tonight from this book. I’m also going to make the green beans with peaches recipe assuming I can find fresh peaches tomorrow when I go out. Seems like a strange combination but the recipe is more green bean salad than cooked-to-death green bean casserole.

Speaking of green beans, the beans in our garden do not please the better-half. They seem too tough to him so I’m going to let them dry and they’ll go back to being small red beans from whence they came. It’s interesting when you open the pod, there’s a tiny bit of pink at the top of the bean. I suppose, and we’ll see, that the rest of the bean will turn red as they age. The mystery squash in the compost continues to work on its fruit. I watered it yesterday (so weird watering the compost pile) and there are lots of whatever it is on the vine. I hope they survive.

The cornmeal cakes push all of my happy buttons. I hope they’ll reheat well and that the better-half will like them. QA says they are pretty tasty:

And, to wrap up the day–the organization that I volunteered my time to in May has finally gotten back to me. I’ll be working on an online training module and I get to work with two people I know. One person I know personally and the other I know virtually. Is it still virtually if you’ve Skype’d each other and exchanged email? We’ve never met in person is what I’m saying.

This morning (Friday) I woke up with Lucy getting nuts on the bed. I’m a side sleeper so allow me to explain how uncomfortable it is to have Simon stand on my ribs and poke his feet into my bones. Very uncomfortable. Lucy’s stick toy was laying where the better-half should be. By the time I actually got out of bed, Lucy was rolled up like a burrito in the little rug at the foot of the bed. I need breakfast, perhaps a quick stint on the treadmill, and then I’m off to gather ingredients for the welcome home dinner.

Update to Friday: thanks to hella storm the better-half’s plane had to land elsewhere. He’s stranded until the weather clears up and I’m going to go cook the mussels since we have plans tomorrow night. No idea when he’ll get home. Fuxored.

Movies watched:
Hugo
Kick-Ass
Killer Elite
Big Night (the last scene was remarkably shot)
Cowboys & Aliens (big stupid movie but it has Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford, M-E-O-W)
Began the series Survivors (BBC production, cancelled after 2 seasons)

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Garden Update

I had an idea to update on the status of the garden so I took my cell out onto the porch to head out to the garden spot. I dropped the phone. It went end over end and my quick hands (really) couldn’t save the phone. As soon as it thundered on the floor, I thought about how happy the better-half would be that I killed the phone. Ha! The rubber bumper I have on it saved the day and I’ll just wait until later this year to upgrade. The better-half will, undoubtedly, be sad that I didn’t drop it on concrete or into the pool. He hates both of our phones with the power of a thousand suns. I dislike my phone too and we are patiently waiting for the day we can upgrade. The Droids have been fine, but the things are old and thanks to Verizon not giving a crap about old technology they haven’t updated with any sort of frequency and so the software sucks. But, hey, you can drop it on a porch floor and then take crappy pictures. Bonus.

Well, the garden hasn’t failed spectacularly. At least not yet. Some crows picked our first two tomatoes and the bastards didn’t even finish eating them. I netted the tomatoes and hope that the recent rain, fertilizer and upcoming sunny days will do some botanical magic.

I’m not sure you can see the nets, but there are two around the five plants. The plants are healthy but they need to start producing.

Here’s the overgrown lettuce. We’ve been eating a lot of salad which makes me feel virtuous and very special. Walking to the garden to get food is freaking awesome. I’m sure the lettuce will be done in a few weeks because of the coming heat.

The herbs are beginning to really bust out. I made tabbouleh yesterday and used a mix of parsley, basil and mint (the mint bed is near the porch and is insane as most mint beds are):

This is the row of eggplants and peppers. The peppers are coming along nicely and we’ll be eating Fresnos in a couple of weeks. The eggplants have begun to bloom and with the coming heat I’m sure we’ll be eating a lot of eggplant. Too bad the better-half is not a fan. More for me.

Remember I told you that I thought the beans I transplanted out of the compost were going to be bush beans? Yeah, I lied. I drove in posts and strung up a trellis today. I used one of these things and, let me tell you, I’m pretty impressed that the exercises I’ve been doing for my shoulders and to strengthen my bum elbow have an additional benefit. Bad-assery with driving posts.

We’re having beans for dinner tonight. They were originally a bag of small red beans when they went into the compost. We’ll see how they taste green. I added two cucumbers to the row of beans and they are doing well. One is blooming like crazy and the other got the chat today. The chat of “you’d better start blooming or else I’ll continue to run you down on the internet”.

Black raspberries, heard of them? Smaller and more tart than the regular red raspberry. I kind of dig them:

The blackberries have gone nuts. I think they liked being trimmed because that just made them stronger and nearly as crazy as the mint bed. The good news is that I think we’ll have fruit for another month or so. We have some that are ripe, some that are still green and some that are still blooms. Booya!

Because I took a picture of Simon the last time I talked about the garden, here he is coming over for some love:

And, now the mystery squash. I have no idea what squash we ate over the winter and I tossed into the compost pile. Maybe acorn? I can’t wait to see what happens over the next few weeks:

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Hanging out

This month we give up the apartment in the college town. On one hand we are so over paying rent and utilities and on the other we’re really going to miss being able to hang out here.

This weekend we’re hanging out with good friends at the college town and we have no plans for how we are going to spend our time today. In typical fashion, we know where we are having dinner, but beyond that the day’s direction is wide open.

I know we will have a good time and without sounding too sentimental we should embrace this day of “who knows what will happen” because the next time we’re here it’s moving day. Ugh.

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We went to a k.d. lang show last night

I was hoping she’d do this one and she did (luckily the drunk man-child behind us was stifled during the middle of this piece):

She also did a kicking version of this:

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