Tuesday, November 25, 2014

no catch-up




There's absolutely no way in the world I'm going to try to play "blog catch-up" here.  I'm just going to start in today and keep moving forward.  If I remember something important I'll add it later.

We are in Bozeman, MT for our annual Thanksgiving thanksgiving.  Other guests will be Andrew, already here, Alex (arriving tonight) and Mike's mother and brother.  There is going to be at least one additional dinner guest on Thursday, maybe two.

  This was the first glimpse of snow in Salt Lake City, seen from our arriving flight.  Three hours in the airport, the boredom broken by running in to these two passengers who were also awaiting the Bozeman flight.

They were very well-behaved little ladies, each with a little carry-on canvas bag into which they very willingly wriggled at flight time.

Despite weather predictions to the contrary, there was very little snow when we got here (although it's snowing like mad right now).  Mike and Cait were at the airport to meet us.  We picked up the car, followed them to our apartment, unloaded and headed out to Ted's for bison meatloaf (Mr. C) and bison short ribs for me.  I didn't sleep very well; couldn't seem to get my brain to slow down.

Monday we drove over to C & M's house, admired the gorgeous new window they installed in the living room to take advantage of the fabulous view of their meadow and the mountains beyond.


There was an old (fake) stone gas fireplace that didn't add to the ambiance and obscured the view.  Much prettier now.  We made long shopping lists and took care of all that commercial business in a couple of hours.  First stop was, of course, to buy the turkey from the Hutterite community.  We settled on a big 26-pounder that should yield enough for turkey enchiladas or at least some fat turkey sandwiches.  Back home to unload our haul, then soup for lunch and the afternoon.  But we decided to some back to the apartment befoke darj, have an early dinner and try for better sleep.  It worked!

Back to Cait's this morning to greet Andrew who arrived about midnight last night.  We've been awaiting a big snow storm and it has finally arrived with a flourish.  Check out this little video.

(Well, I can't seem to get the video to load so I'll wait and put it up when I can get help from  Andrew tomorrow.)


Here's the back deck with it's lovely dusting of fresh snow.


We've started our great feast preparations.  Mr. C has made a cranberry chutney with jalapeƱos and has gathered together the ingredients for two cherry-apple pies.  I will make a lemon chiffon pie tomorrow, then prep the brussel sprouts and carrots.  Cait starts her dressing (Andrew will be her prep chef), Mike makes cornbread (for the dressing).  I've already done the flowers so that's taken care of.  I think we're actually going to be ready and hey, if not, we'll all be together, ready or not!

Back to the apartment to avoid (a) getting stuck in C & M's driveway and (b) having to drive through falling snow in the dark on what will probably become icy roads.  We'll save that for tomorrow.  Meanwhile, Alex arrives about 7 PM and she'll come directly here for dinner with us.  Her room is ready and waiting.  Tomorrow morning we'll all head back to Bristol Lane (C & M's) for another round of cooking and talking while we await the arrival of Mike's family in the early evening.


Thursday, November 13, 2014

our Thanksgiving destination




Really?  Seriously?  Yes, really and very seriously.

Friday, October 17, 2014

first time in baseball history




For the first time since stats have been kept, two wild card teams have made it to the World Series.  Each beat out the winning-est team in its league.  Congratulations all around and we'll be seein' ya on Tuesday in Kansas City.  Go Giants!



Monday, October 6, 2014

getting ready for the cold






We're ready with this beautiful stash of seasoned almond.  Bring it on!



Thursday, October 2, 2014

upstairs/downstairs



My friend EFBWD in La Jolla has an interesting reading rhythm.  She divides her books between her "upstairs" reading and her "downstairs" reading.  Upstairs is for fun reading ~ fiction, lighter weight stuff, magazines, etc.  Downstairs is for the heavy duty subjects ~ history, biography, weightier tomes.  I am currently reading two very different books, one for upstairs, one for down, even though I live in a one-story house.

This is my downstairs book, The Discovery of France by Graham Robb.  My friend MSMAS over there on the left at No More Commas Period is departing for Paris next week (you have NO idea how difficult this is for me to deal with!!) and in her honor I decided to tackle this tome.  It is absolutely fascinating and completely different than your run-of-the-mill history books.   It's a narrative of exploration—full of strange landscapes and even stranger inhabitants—that explains the enduring fascination of France.





This is my upstairs book and I am deep into the crazy, utterly dysfunctional Foxmore family as they gather to sit Shiva for the departed patriarch.  I know a film has been made of this story; it will be interesting to see what a director and cast can do with this story.  What a quirky bunch.




Thursday, September 25, 2014

rain, glorious rain




I woke at 5 AM this morning to the sound of gentle rain on the skylight in our bathroom.  Then I heard water gurgling down the drain pipes, followed by the sound of rain pattering on the patio tiles.  Beautiful music.  Steady, refreshing, gentle rain fell here in the valley for four hours.  This morning everything looks so glossy and clean, so fresh and bright.  The new roof has passed its first test with flying colors.

Spurred on by the wet and cold I ordered our winter wood ~ half cord of aged almond.  Looking forward to some cozy nights by the fire soon.


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

open wide, say "ahhh"



My sweet Dorothy had to go to the hospital this morning.


Last week I took her in for her annual check-up; oil change, tire rotation and inflation check, general examination.  All was just fine.  She got a bath, a vacuum, and we were out the door in two hours.

But starting on Thursday, Mr. C spotted an oil leak on the garage floor.  I kept my eye on it and it did not stop.  So today I went back to the shop and she got another full check. 

Not Dorothy, but you get the idea
Sure enough, there was a leak in the oil pan; the threads on the stopper were stripped.  So back into surgery she went to have the new oil drained, the old pan removed, a new pan installed and then the crank case refilled with oil.  Because the car is so tiny they had to completely remove the engine to get at the old pan, remove it, put in the new one, reinstall the engine, pour in the new oil.  What an ordeal.  Five and a half hours later she was ready to return home.  The cost?  Zero.  Nada. Zip.  Why?  They should have noticed the problem when they drained the oil during the first visit. 

So now I'm good for another 10,000 miles or one year.  It will be a year, I'm sure.