K has taken a couple of days off.
He took Youngest to the orthodontist for me while I went to a 'sit and knit' with my mother.
He reported that the usually surly-to-me receptionist was eyeing him. AND that she said something like: now I see where your boys get their good looks.
Um, next month, sometime, you may read about me being indicted for assault as she is usually a royal bitch to ME.
And the knitting?
I do know how to knit you know - don't fall off your chair.
It was to be a sit and knit with one of the ministerial interns at our church.
Just a get-to-know-you kind of thing, at my mother's apartment building, in the lounge.
Knit and chat.
So we went and sat and brought some knitting (I mean to do a large rectangle to wrap around me) and began to chat.
But the residents, as they ambled in, didn't want to chat - or didn't know how to knit.
Dismayed that it wasn't lessons, some left.
Dismayed that it wasn't a 'topical discussion' others did not join.
I sat and knitted. And chatted, and it was nice -but next month there will be no knitting and a proper discussion. And so I won't attend.
Saturday we did a lot of running around.
The dog went for a grooming.
I took her bed to the laundromat.
And then we ran around town looking for a Le Creuset dutch oven.
We thought we wanted one in red (isn't all of this fascinating?) but were dismayed to see that the red was sort of an ombre red, which we didn't like.
After several stops we purchased a yellow one - and it looks nice in our kitchen.
The whole purpose for the dutch oven (at this particular time) was to make bread.
K and I had read about a no-knead bread recipe in the newspaper and we were eager to try it.
A couple of hundred dollars and three loaves later, we have not perfected it. BUT WE ARE CLOSE. The Times is famous for changing recipes and the printed recipe for this bread was, in fact, slightly different than the recipe in the video (sit through the commercial for the bread).
Anyway, we are still working on it...
and there is a loaf going into the oven right now.
Sunday was spent cooking -
the bread, twice,
Youngest made a chocolate cake,
and then I requested tonkatsu for dinner, with miso eggplant.
And, what that all added up to was - a totally destroyed kitchen.
I think we used every surface and every pot and every dish we owned this past weekend.
I dug my heels in, at about 7pm, and by eight everything was clean.
The entire time I worked, I had the radio on NPR.
Do you know how sometimes you can just be going about your business, with the radio on, and not really thinking about what you are hearing?
Well, slowly seeping into my consciousness was this bizarre vocal music.
Sort of a cross between Bjork and an infant wailing.
I was entranced - for about ten minutes.
Then I wanted to shoot myself.
I think you should go listen to some of it...
I'll just wait here.