Last Saturday
Ahh, and what a fine Saturday it was. Jim and I went to the first Farmers' Market on the square. Nice time. Fine bagels from Gotham. I went for my standard Everything and tried the salmon cream cheese. Very tasty. Jim went for a Salt bagel with caper cream cheese, dubbed "formidable" by Giuseppe. Well spoke. He also did the Cinnamon bagel with the walnut cream cheese, delicious. Not much to see yet at market, the standard opening day plants. We bought a pair of basil sproutlings, and a Jen-Ehr chicken. We went home and had a nap--not like we'd actually expended any energy or anything.
Then we went for a long motorcycle ride, getting only slightly lost on our adventure to Yellowstone State Park. Spring was there, but not yet in the tops of the trees. The grass was green, and low bushes were happy, but the trees will take a bit longer to poof. I was "bitch on the back" of Jim's beemer. A nice time.
Then, as if we hadn't packed enough living into one day, we decided it would be windy enough in the afternoon to fly our kites. We had one that had never been flown, never even taken out of its smelly vinyl packaging (oh, for sad). I resurrected our other kite from the basement, and off we went to Garner Park to seek the wind. Sparky called in the meantime and I mentioned we were kite-flying. She was still groggy from her nap, and I was a tool and didn't specifically invite her. Just about the time we thought we were done futzing with our kites, Sparky showed up with her trusty Pocket Parafoil, which went skyward and stayed there until we had to yank it down maybe an hour later. That thing was awesome--a glorified, well-engineered plastic bag shaped like a jellyfish that just about flew on its own. I'll put photos up when I get a chance.
But wait, there's more! None of us had eaten, so we procured brats and fixin's from Brennan's and grilled out. Polenta aided the cause, as did the asparagus we bought. Top it all off with a great peach beer from--ack! i can't remember, will edit. Jim and Sparky worked on pictures and I numbered some of her score for her performance on Sunday (at which she and her musicians excelled, woo hoo!). Anyway, it was a terrific time. We don't think we've packed that much living into one single day in a very long time.
I hope to do it again soon.
Then we went for a long motorcycle ride, getting only slightly lost on our adventure to Yellowstone State Park. Spring was there, but not yet in the tops of the trees. The grass was green, and low bushes were happy, but the trees will take a bit longer to poof. I was "bitch on the back" of Jim's beemer. A nice time.
Then, as if we hadn't packed enough living into one day, we decided it would be windy enough in the afternoon to fly our kites. We had one that had never been flown, never even taken out of its smelly vinyl packaging (oh, for sad). I resurrected our other kite from the basement, and off we went to Garner Park to seek the wind. Sparky called in the meantime and I mentioned we were kite-flying. She was still groggy from her nap, and I was a tool and didn't specifically invite her. Just about the time we thought we were done futzing with our kites, Sparky showed up with her trusty Pocket Parafoil, which went skyward and stayed there until we had to yank it down maybe an hour later. That thing was awesome--a glorified, well-engineered plastic bag shaped like a jellyfish that just about flew on its own. I'll put photos up when I get a chance.
But wait, there's more! None of us had eaten, so we procured brats and fixin's from Brennan's and grilled out. Polenta aided the cause, as did the asparagus we bought. Top it all off with a great peach beer from--ack! i can't remember, will edit. Jim and Sparky worked on pictures and I numbered some of her score for her performance on Sunday (at which she and her musicians excelled, woo hoo!). Anyway, it was a terrific time. We don't think we've packed that much living into one single day in a very long time.
I hope to do it again soon.
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