John, Rob and I went to Kevin’s woodshop. They are just starting a new project, so kept apologizing that nothing was happening. The shop is well-equipped and has lots of tools that I’ve never seen before. And routers. I’ve seen them before, but now I covet one.
After that, Laura, Rob and I went into Albany to a thrift store that Rob is fond of called Mother Seton’s. Now, I’ll admit that I went into the store and wondered why the heck he liked it. Granted, the clothing was very, very inexpensive but the selection seemed thin and sort of run-of-the-mill. Then, as we were leaving, I spotted a case. A suspicious square case–a typewriter case. Inside rested a beautiful Smith-Corona typewriter in wonderful physical condition. It has one small flaw, the U key doesn’t work, but it looks like an easy fix. She wanted $2. Now, I ask you, how was I supposed to leave it there?
I’ll have a project in Chattanooga, so get the tool bench ready, Dad.
Airport security should be interesting…
Tonight we all went out to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. Although the food wasn’t as good as Shawna’s cooking, it was still a nice treat to sit down and have someone wait on us. I say this, even though the poor boy who was our waiter seemed as if we were the first table he had ever served. He kept forgetting things and then jumping like a rabbit when we asked for things he’d forgotten.
Every year Bethel Heights hosts a harvest party for their crew and friends. It’s a delightful evening with good food and lots of fine wine. One of the highlights every year comes from Jamie Tombaugh, who tells a story. It’s a different story every year. He used to memorize a new one while working in the fields or in the cellar, but since he retired he will sometimes retell one. Tonight he told an old favorite, Dylan Thomas’s “A Child’s Christmas in Wales.”
I love this story and can sink into the workplay and rich images as Jamie tells it. This year, for the first time, I was aware of structure, even as I was enjoying it. There’s no plot; it’s just a day-in-the-life of this child. But it’s wonderful. I love it and yet it breaks the rules that you must have a conflict. Well…I’ll think about it another time, when I haven’t tasted quite so many interesting wines
Rob and I went to Don’s 50th birthday party, which was quite the soiree. Like Rob, Don is a serious wine geek, so there were amazing, amazing wines. Even to me, and my untrained palatte. Oh my heavens. And the food! Don had spent the past two days cooking in preparation for the party. And since he wins our Iron Chef competitions on a regular basis, you may guess how wonderful the food was.
Now, I know that you want a list of the wines and I just can’t provide it. Apparently, most of them were wines that Rob and I will never be able to afford. Rob was a happy camper.
After my audition last night, Rob and I went out with our friend MaryClaire to this fabulous restaurant. The food was so good that conversation had to stop everytime a new dish came to the table. Because it was a tapas restaurant, we had many, many small delightful courses. It was a perfect way to celebrate the sale of my story and a successful audition
Our friend Sam Paden came in from New York. He’s got a show up at Brian Marki Gallery, which is very exciting. He brought with him the catalogue to the Chanel exhibit at the Met. Rob really wanted to go to it, but couldn’t make it. I tried to go while I was there, but had trouble.
After we visited with Sam, we went across the street to a garden party, hosted by Matt and Marietta, at the community garden. It was a delightful setting, with a live band, and fantastic food. Marietta is a foodie.
Yet another Portland Spirit day. I’m biking to and from work, so that’s twelve miles a day, plus running around fetching food, so by the time I get home I’m beat.
Rob and I went out to dinner tonight, thus eating a portion of my tips today, but I was too tired to cook. Since he had an audio gig today, he was also too tired. We went to the Irvington Corner Table. I was pleasantly surprised by the food. They have a real key lime pie, which was delightful. I’m a bit of a snob about key lime pies.
The yard sale was a grand success. We sold all of the big pieces that we wanted to, with the exception of the sofa. Hopefully that will find a new home soon. Afterwards, we joined the Celsi’s for some Thai food and relaxing conversation.
Rob and I went to brunch with our friend MaryClaire, and had great conversation ranging through politics to food to fashion. We like her a lot.
After she took off, I worked on an layout for David C. for a bit he’s doing for the Portland Monthly. It was fairly easy and a ice break from routine.
I also wrote a new flash fiction piece for the Liberty Hall Challenge.
In the evening, Rob and I went to dinner with his folks and Don and Yan at Higgins. Again, it was a really delightful evening. Don brought a bottle of wine from 1964 in honor of Rob’s 40th, since his folks weren’t here for the actual day.
Pat and Glenn are heading back to Hawaii after a trip that was much, much too short.
Rob and I went down to Bethel Heights today so I could do a little spreadsheet magic for them. Yes, in addition to being a professional puppeteer I’m also a whiz with Excel and Open Office. I’m creating a inventory tracking system for them.
Afterwards the owners took us to dinner at Tina’s restaurant in Dundee, OR. Nice place, good food, attentive staff and one unattentive diner. An older gentleman sat in a corner by himself when we got there. When he finished his meal he got up, and tossed his napkin on the table as he left. I had time to say, “That napkin is awfully close to the candle.”
Smoke rose from the napkin and by the time I crossed the restaraunt, the napkin was in flames. I pulled it away from the candle and had this odd moment of “Well, now what am I going to do with it?” So I pressed the burning part down on the table and smothered the fire with the rest of the napkin. It had a black spot about the size of a silver dollar, lest you have visions of me holding an inferno in my hands.
The restaurant bought me dessert. I guess all the time I’ve spent building scar tissue with hot glue guns has paid off. The only concern in my mind right now is that things come in threes. I had the burning smell with the florescent lights, now a flaming napkin…what’s next?
I did some yard work today, including planting the raised bed/wine barrels in the front yard. Rob went down to the studio to edit Christmas Carol. And Don Dougherty stopped by for wine and cheese. It was nice to see him. The weather was so nice that we actually sat in the back yard. Lovely.
I am now going downstairs to remove the cats’ food bowls because Maggie goes in for surgery tomorrow morning. She’s not allowed to have food after 8pm tonight.
Emily and I worked through the day and finished shortly before 11:00pm. I’m sitting in Ollie’s Noodle and Grill House across from Columbia University having a heaping dish of vegetables and noodles. Tomorrow, I go to Atlanta and switch gears to UNIMA. I’m beat, but Emily and I hashed out eleven of our twelve scenes so, that feels good.
I talked to Rob last night. He said that the fumes at home were really strong and he was going to sleep with the windows open. He has promised me a photo, but he’ll probably bring it to Chattanooga. It feels like I’ve been gone longer than I have; I’m really looking forward to seeing him.
Those were apparently my beloved husband’s first words. No clichéd “Mamma” or “Dada” for him. He went straight for the pie. Not just any pie, either, but a My-T-Fine Lemon Merangue pie. We received several packages of the neccesary filling from his mother for Christmas. I made one this weekend. I am happy to report that Rob’s initial food review holds up. Mmm, pie!
What are you doing today? Rob and I were going to brunch this morning.
Last night we went to David and Eve’s to for pizza-&-a-movie night, but we picked up food from My Cahn. This was the restaurant that I missed most while I was in Iceland. Mmm-mmm good.
We watched Decasia which I was not in the right mental place to enjoy. Everyone else loved it. I think I might like it in live performance, but as a movie, I found it as compelling as watching a fire burn. Pretty, fascinating, but not something I can pay attention to for an hour.
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