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meirwen_1988So, I'm awake--it being almost 1 in the afternoon, 'bout time! Now, if it weren't for the fact that I've been up since 6 AM. Seriously--taught two fairly energetic classes, but still don't feel really awake. WTF.
Weekend was lovely. Saturday I got my nails done, then took Penelope for a walk on the 840 walk/bike trail, just her and her Momma. What a happy girl! Someone with a golden retriever asked me how old she was. When I said "somewhere around 13" they were stunned. They thought she was 3 or 4. She was prancy and happy. Mind you, she could barely make the stairs the next day, but she loved getting out and smelling things and just having time with only us two, so it was worth it. That evening we watched The Shooter with Mark Wahlberg and Danny Glover (dir. Antoine Fuqua). I hate the fact that Marky-Mark can genuinely act.
I pried Rowan out of the house on Sunday and we went to Fly Creek Cider Mill (http://www.flycreekcidermill.com/) and The Farmer's Museum in Cooperstown (http://www.farmersmuseum.org/). We are soooo going back to both. Ro wants a membership to the Museum "...even if I never go again." Yippee--easy Christmas present. Better than some tchotzke collecting dust on a shelf. As for the Cider Mill--well, all I can say is the store has deliciousness beyond belief, and feeding the ducks and turkeys was waay cool. I was not as enchanted by the antique engines as the Duchezz, but the geese and ducks more than made up for it.
Farmer's Museum has changed a lot since I was there--some for the better, some not. It made me want to go back to the living history museum we visited in Virginia with Jack and Susan. They had four setups, each one modeling the homestead of one of the four large immigrant groups that settled the Shenandoah Valley, everything from house to garden, including some heirloom breeds of livestock (http://www.frontier.virginia.gov/). It was amazing. At the Farmer's Museum we got to the farmstead exhibit just as they were eating lunch, so that was pretty neat. Made us really hungry though. They can't feed patrons, so we just got to look at this huge roast beef, yummy bread, and big bowl of freshly churned butter just sitting there. Sigh.
Monday was more house painting, and an early (for us) dinner before Ro went to MickeyD's. I made food that was bad for us, but, well, farewell to summer and all that. It's not like I make potato salad every week.
Thursday marks the beginning of my 2007 obsession season, er, that should be "football season." Ooops. My bad. Yup, 22 men beating the crap out of each other wearing armor. Yippee!
Weekend was lovely. Saturday I got my nails done, then took Penelope for a walk on the 840 walk/bike trail, just her and her Momma. What a happy girl! Someone with a golden retriever asked me how old she was. When I said "somewhere around 13" they were stunned. They thought she was 3 or 4. She was prancy and happy. Mind you, she could barely make the stairs the next day, but she loved getting out and smelling things and just having time with only us two, so it was worth it. That evening we watched The Shooter with Mark Wahlberg and Danny Glover (dir. Antoine Fuqua). I hate the fact that Marky-Mark can genuinely act.
I pried Rowan out of the house on Sunday and we went to Fly Creek Cider Mill (http://www.flycreekcidermill.com/) and The Farmer's Museum in Cooperstown (http://www.farmersmuseum.org/). We are soooo going back to both. Ro wants a membership to the Museum "...even if I never go again." Yippee--easy Christmas present. Better than some tchotzke collecting dust on a shelf. As for the Cider Mill--well, all I can say is the store has deliciousness beyond belief, and feeding the ducks and turkeys was waay cool. I was not as enchanted by the antique engines as the Duchezz, but the geese and ducks more than made up for it.
Farmer's Museum has changed a lot since I was there--some for the better, some not. It made me want to go back to the living history museum we visited in Virginia with Jack and Susan. They had four setups, each one modeling the homestead of one of the four large immigrant groups that settled the Shenandoah Valley, everything from house to garden, including some heirloom breeds of livestock (http://www.frontier.virginia.gov/). It was amazing. At the Farmer's Museum we got to the farmstead exhibit just as they were eating lunch, so that was pretty neat. Made us really hungry though. They can't feed patrons, so we just got to look at this huge roast beef, yummy bread, and big bowl of freshly churned butter just sitting there. Sigh.
Monday was more house painting, and an early (for us) dinner before Ro went to MickeyD's. I made food that was bad for us, but, well, farewell to summer and all that. It's not like I make potato salad every week.
Thursday marks the beginning of my 2007 obsession season, er, that should be "football season." Ooops. My bad. Yup, 22 men beating the crap out of each other wearing armor. Yippee!
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Date: 2007-09-04 06:32 pm (UTC)Yes, my favorite time of year is the end of August until the beginning of November--if we ever leave here, it will be what I miss most.
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Date: 2007-09-04 06:54 pm (UTC)Mid-high 80's here right now. apple trees/peartree nextdoor in full fruit. Workshop space is a tad hot but bearable. Ignored Logan's coronation in order to keep my sanity and enjoy my sweetie for three days.
I miss that snap in the air and the first tentative smudges of sweet woodsmoke on the breeze. Ahhh, the look and feel of apples frsh from the orchard. Redolent of sun and sugar. The strong, burnt orange shade of the ripening pumpkins and the beginning of leaf turn. The color of the river just outside of Salamanca on a cool fall day...on the road to Harvest Raids. Oh, For the blue of Chataqua lake in early October.
To see the herons in their own little world. then blows exchanged on the field or whist running through the woods. To sing by the fire in the hall...and be home. Alas. Samhain at home.
Who says I don't get all literary and sentimental? This would be funny if I didn't miss all of you so much.