liralen: Finch Painting (Default)
It's raining tonight.

The soft hiss of water on the pavement, the spatter on the windows, and the coolness through the house. The sky was a riot of fluffy clouds, shadows, and curtains of water being blown in from over the mountains.

Read more... )
liralen: Finch Painting (sunset)
When we were in Banff, we'd found out that the next two days were going to be cloudy and rainy, so we decided not to be that ambitious on the 25th. Besides, it had be cold enough during the night, that I actually put my stocking cap on for sleeping so that I'd be warm enough. John let me sleep in while he built a fire and made coffee and had his breakfast. So I didn't get up until nearly 10 am, to a beautifully overcast day. *grins*

Cut for pictures... )
liralen: (crane)
We went to a reception for the wedding of one of John's high school friends, and it was pleasant. Second marriages for them both, so they asked that no one give them gifts, just be present, and it was nice.

Since it was in the south end of Denver, we, of course, hit Ikea, just to look, and came out with a small armful of things. Went to H Mart and came out with a whole cart of food, including Jet's favorite meal when John's busy for an evening, grilled eel. They always remind me of Jin, in Samurai Champloo trying to kill eels in the woman's cart.

We came home tired, had a quick dinner of BBQ chicken, wok-seared green beans, and chibata from the Farmer's Market with a quick dip of extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar and a few fresh tomatoes from the garden. So good, so quick. And then we went swimming in the neighborhood pool, and it started raining as we walked, and droplets pocked the surface as we swam, quickening until the sky lit with lightning and the ground shook with thunder. Everyone was called out to go home in the sudden downpour.

The air is tinged with the bite and coolness of fall, though it should still be hot, yet. I'm so used to late July and August being 90's, that a day in the 80's hints of the darkness to come.
liralen: Finch Painting (Default)
...and the living is eeeeeasy...

Though completely stuffed full of things to do and people to see and things to make and paintings to sell and consultations to fulfill. And it's good. I've also started The New Rules of Lifting for Women by Lou Schuler that [livejournal.com profile] sophiap recommended for me, and it's made for some really amazing workouts.

We're swimming nearly every day in the neighborhood pool, and the heat's been averaging in the low-90's, but today it was in the 70's and raining so hard it nearly put out the fireworks stand fireworks we were using at our neighbor's party. We also had a friend from Callahan's days (Johanna) show up at our doorstep and they're staying for the night before going to a family reunion.

Read more... )
liralen: Finch Painting (Default)
...and the living is eeeeeasy...

Though completely stuffed full of things to do and people to see and things to make and paintings to sell and consultations to fulfill. And it's good. I've also started The New Rules of Lifting for Women by Lou Schuler that [livejournal.com profile] sophiap recommended for me, and it's made for some really amazing workouts.

We're swimming nearly every day in the neighborhood pool, and the heat's been averaging in the low-90's, but today it was in the 70's and raining so hard it nearly put out the fireworks stand fireworks we were using at our neighbor's party. We also had a friend from Callahan's days (Johanna) show up at our doorstep and they're staying for the night before going to a family reunion.

Read more... )
liralen: Finch Painting (superglue_flake)
Last night in the middle of the night, I heard a crack of thunder and saw the room lit with a flash even though the curtains had been drawn in the bedroom. The window of the bathroom was open, so I hopped up and went into the bathroom to close the window; and just as I managed to get it closed and battened down, the rain started pouring down as if someone had turned on a faucet.

Read more... )
liralen: Finch Painting (superglue_flake)
Last night in the middle of the night, I heard a crack of thunder and saw the room lit with a flash even though the curtains had been drawn in the bedroom. The window of the bathroom was open, so I hopped up and went into the bathroom to close the window; and just as I managed to get it closed and battened down, the rain started pouring down as if someone had turned on a faucet.

Read more... )
liralen: Finch Painting (hatjet)
The four days out at the Oregon coast were wonderful, mostly overcast, one brilliant day, and we ended with a real soaker, which was exactly the right time for it. We camped with John's parents, whom I was very impressed with, and his brother and his wife, whom I've always admired. It was a lot of fun to be with them, and Walt's cooking made me fascinated with Dutch ovens. The rainy day was good in that we could pack up, tour the Tillamook plant, have ice cream, and just go home, get everything hung up to dry, and have a wonderful dinner at Yeh's Wok.

The only problem is that, during camping, my Visor spazzed when I put new batteries in it, so I've now lost contact information for just about everyone. Also, given how full John's made our social calender until we leave on Sunday, I'm not likely to get to visit with any more folks, realistically. *sigh*. Sorry about that, Kirby and others. I apologize for spazzing on that.

Yesterday John and I wandered the new Bellevue Square and Lincoln Square and then got to see Pirates 2. ARRGH! I say, "ARRGH!" It's great but there's another movie coming, which should be great. I'm really looking forward to the next one.

Then I lost my voice as we went to the old Rosehill Ale House (which is something else now) and celebrated the retirement of someone that had joined Data I/O a year before John had. And, consequently, met up with nearly 30 people that we haven't seen for nearly a decade. It was astonishing. The pub was, as usual, quite loud, so I pretty much lost my voice trying to talk with far too many people.

It was odd, though, in some ways. Meeting and greeting folks that I hadn't seen for that long. I felt distanced, but also like I *should* know how to act with them, but also knowing that that really wasn't the case. It was very cool, though, to see Patricia Blair, the wife of Nello, whom we used to work with. she's now Mrs. Washington! Hee. She won a beauty pageant!! And is now the traveling Mrs. Washington with engagements, parties, and doing judging at beauty contests herself. Lots of charity work in there, too, which is making her very happy. That's very cool.

I had enough voice left, when I got back and had a mug of tea, to read Jet his good night books, and that was very good indeed.
liralen: Finch Painting (hatjet)
The four days out at the Oregon coast were wonderful, mostly overcast, one brilliant day, and we ended with a real soaker, which was exactly the right time for it. We camped with John's parents, whom I was very impressed with, and his brother and his wife, whom I've always admired. It was a lot of fun to be with them, and Walt's cooking made me fascinated with Dutch ovens. The rainy day was good in that we could pack up, tour the Tillamook plant, have ice cream, and just go home, get everything hung up to dry, and have a wonderful dinner at Yeh's Wok.

The only problem is that, during camping, my Visor spazzed when I put new batteries in it, so I've now lost contact information for just about everyone. Also, given how full John's made our social calender until we leave on Sunday, I'm not likely to get to visit with any more folks, realistically. *sigh*. Sorry about that, Kirby and others. I apologize for spazzing on that.

Yesterday John and I wandered the new Bellevue Square and Lincoln Square and then got to see Pirates 2. ARRGH! I say, "ARRGH!" It's great but there's another movie coming, which should be great. I'm really looking forward to the next one.

Then I lost my voice as we went to the old Rosehill Ale House (which is something else now) and celebrated the retirement of someone that had joined Data I/O a year before John had. And, consequently, met up with nearly 30 people that we haven't seen for nearly a decade. It was astonishing. The pub was, as usual, quite loud, so I pretty much lost my voice trying to talk with far too many people.

It was odd, though, in some ways. Meeting and greeting folks that I hadn't seen for that long. I felt distanced, but also like I *should* know how to act with them, but also knowing that that really wasn't the case. It was very cool, though, to see Patricia Blair, the wife of Nello, whom we used to work with. she's now Mrs. Washington! Hee. She won a beauty pageant!! And is now the traveling Mrs. Washington with engagements, parties, and doing judging at beauty contests herself. Lots of charity work in there, too, which is making her very happy. That's very cool.

I had enough voice left, when I got back and had a mug of tea, to read Jet his good night books, and that was very good indeed.

22 POUNDS

Oct. 10th, 2005 01:23 pm
liralen: Finch Painting (Default)
We now have 22 pounds of carrots, big, fat, juicy, short stubby carrots, some of them four inches in diameter in our garage refrigerator. John went out in the rain, yesterday, and pulled them all up, pulled off the tops (yes, I know, some folk use 'em in soup, but we don't. ;-)) and I tossed the tops into the compost. I had a rather visceral reaction when I heard John dumping his buckets of root veg into the sink to scrub the mud off of them. The thumps are unmistakable.

Given that the seeds were about 79 cents, and, locally, carrots are about 79 cents a pound if you don't buy the bags of baby carrots, it's a pretty good deal. Kind of like Jet's gallon of sunflower seeds that we're cheerfully munching through, raw, recently. The birds might like 'em too, during the winter. And all of it was pretty much raised organically because I was too lazy to spray with anything (and they didn't need it) and after the compost dig I didn't feed that often as that seemed to stand most of the plants in good stead.

Isabel showed me how to make raisin salad last night, too. It's easy! Grate carrots, add raisins, spoon in enough mayo to moisten and, wah la! Even the huge around carrots tasted sweet enough that it was a great salad for eating with dinner (a melange of onions, sweet peppers, whole garlic cloves, and browned chicken that I de-skinned after browning and getting the good bits into the pan, and half a cup of white wine just to clean everything up into the broth. All on rice with freshly baked Rhodes cracked wheat rolls on the side). Yum.

The weekend was good. )

22 POUNDS

Oct. 10th, 2005 01:23 pm
liralen: Finch Painting (Default)
We now have 22 pounds of carrots, big, fat, juicy, short stubby carrots, some of them four inches in diameter in our garage refrigerator. John went out in the rain, yesterday, and pulled them all up, pulled off the tops (yes, I know, some folk use 'em in soup, but we don't. ;-)) and I tossed the tops into the compost. I had a rather visceral reaction when I heard John dumping his buckets of root veg into the sink to scrub the mud off of them. The thumps are unmistakable.

Given that the seeds were about 79 cents, and, locally, carrots are about 79 cents a pound if you don't buy the bags of baby carrots, it's a pretty good deal. Kind of like Jet's gallon of sunflower seeds that we're cheerfully munching through, raw, recently. The birds might like 'em too, during the winter. And all of it was pretty much raised organically because I was too lazy to spray with anything (and they didn't need it) and after the compost dig I didn't feed that often as that seemed to stand most of the plants in good stead.

Isabel showed me how to make raisin salad last night, too. It's easy! Grate carrots, add raisins, spoon in enough mayo to moisten and, wah la! Even the huge around carrots tasted sweet enough that it was a great salad for eating with dinner (a melange of onions, sweet peppers, whole garlic cloves, and browned chicken that I de-skinned after browning and getting the good bits into the pan, and half a cup of white wine just to clean everything up into the broth. All on rice with freshly baked Rhodes cracked wheat rolls on the side). Yum.

The weekend was good. )
liralen: Finch Painting (Default)
Rain rain rain, I'm so glad of rain. The swoosh and spray of cars slicing through black topped streets with standing water on them; the infinite variation of the sky; and the soft white noise of the water hitting the roof are all the things I love about rain. The air is soft with humidity, no longer sucking every drop out of every breath I breathe in, and it's an easement against my skin.

I so love the rain.
liralen: Finch Painting (Default)
Rain rain rain, I'm so glad of rain. The swoosh and spray of cars slicing through black topped streets with standing water on them; the infinite variation of the sky; and the soft white noise of the water hitting the roof are all the things I love about rain. The air is soft with humidity, no longer sucking every drop out of every breath I breathe in, and it's an easement against my skin.

I so love the rain.

September 2017

S M T W T F S
     12
34567 89
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 21st, 2017 03:59 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios