We had a wonderful long weekend! Here’s a quick update:
Because Memorial Day weekend is known for furniture sales, and because we had a coupon, we bought new furniture. Maybe not the most responsible thing to do at the moment, I’ll give you that. But its awfully nice.
[Sorry for the craptastic pictures. The regular camera battery is dead so I had to use the phone.]
You can just see in the upper corner of the picture where T painted the walls on either side of the fireplace a couple times. First he tried the gray from the townhouse basement bathroom, but that wasn’t dark enough, so he tried a color called “Zinc” and that seems to be a winner. Strangely, it looks like he painted it two different colors–one on either side. My friend Ariel needed a lot of convincing that both sides were the same. Some trick of the light, I guess. I like it. I tell people it’s “dynamic.”
Saturday night we had a great dinner with friends in Lyons and got to tour their property along the St. Vrain river. Despite the continued soggy weather, we had a fantastic time trooping around the “farm,” envisioning the sheep, goats, and wild yak that may soon live there. Highlight of the night was finding an owl pellet under a ponderosa pine in the dim evening light. We pulled it apart and found the itty-bitty jaw and incongruously large front teeth of a hapless rodent; the owl’s last meal.
Sunday was a pretty chill day. Mostly we organized in preparation for next weekend’s EPIC neighborhood garage sale. The neighbors all say that it is epic. I’m excited. More to see what treasures the neighbors drag out onto their lawns than I am to unload my own
junk treasure. But, it will be good to get the front room back, which is where all of our junk treasure is currently parked. On Sunday night, the cousins came over for dinner…a little carb loading before the BoulderBoulder. I wish I had pictures of the girls eating spaghetti–it was too cute.
Monday morning, cousin Cassie and I ran the BoulderBoulder with 50,000 other people. Oh, the humanity. And, oh the spectators. Guy at mile 1 giving out a tray of bacon, the people around mile 4 with a table filled with beer and doughnuts for runners, the Elvis impersonator, the Guns n’ Roses cover band (complete with Slash lookalike)–they were all fantastically entertaining and kept me from thinking about the pain I was in. That course was UP hill, I tell you. We ran fast though. Well, it was fast for me, anyway. The winner ran it about twice as fast as I did, but who’s counting. I came in 17,856th. Not too shabby. Here we are, happy to be finished!
That was Monday morning. I made ribs that afternoon and Tom&Ariel and Matt&Jodie came over for dinner. Are you counting? That’s TWO DINNER PARTIES IN ONE WEEKEND! Who ARE we? We have never been this social as a couple. Seriously, it’s the house’s fault. It makes me want to have people over. I wake up and the house twists my arm and makes me phone up friends. With its space for seating, yard to hang out in, and hot tub to soak in (6 was kinda tight, lots of sloshing…the water level is definitely lower now). I am so in love with this house. And with having people over. We rarely had people over in the townhouse. Mostly just family because, you know, its okay to cram 6 of them into your dollhouse-sized dining room and rub elbows while you try to cut your meat. But friends, people we like (not that we don’t like family)? I just couldn’t. Now, I CAN! So, I DO!
Matt&Jodie brought yummy venison tacos and Ariel&Tom brought delicious creme brulee with rhubarb surprise and lentils that we all agreed were about a “4” (it’s a rating thing for all the recipes Ariel’s been making out of the giant Gourmet cookbook; 4 isn’t very good). My ribs (roasted and grilled with a garlicky balsamic glaze) were tender and good. It was a fantastic meal with lots of laughter and great stories.
Ariel&Tom brought us their kayaks that they don’t want anymore. We’re so close to two different reservoirs and think it might be fun to try paddling around, watching birds. We need to get life jackets to be legal, but hope to get out on the water soon. I tell T that I’m going to teach the dog to sit on my boat so we can all go together. If that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll zip him into his floatie and tie him to the front of the boat. If I put ball on a pole so that it dangles in front of him, he’ll drag me around any lake for as long as I like, I suspect.
Can't wait to get out on the water. Better make a mental note to look for life jackets on craigslist.
Also this weekend, I discovered that things are growing in my garden. I planted seeds, so its not like I experienced some kind of gardening immaculate conception or anything. But, ever since I planted seeds, it has rained, rained, and rained some more. To the point where I go around saying “Vermont called–they want their weather back” to anyone, because I think its the funniest thing ever. I figured they would all rot, or slide around the bed and all sprout up in one corner. Plus, these garden beds are situated in the shadiest spots in the yard. I’m not sure what the previous owners were thinking. Maybe they weren’t familiar with photosynthesis. So, I planted seeds with low expectations and high hopes. I did a little inventory this afternoon, though, and it looks like things are coming up pretty much where they should be.
This year, I decided to do the “square foot gardening” method. Super duper anal gardening is more like it. AJ used to make fun of me for over-planting and messy rows. This year, I wanted to really try this technique so, I went out there with my ruler and measured off 1-foot by 1-foot squares and planted my seeds just so. I’m curious to see how it turns out. Here’s the first little babies coming up.
Kohlrabi! Wait, maybe its lettuce...or Swiss chard...hmmm...could be spinach...they all look the same at this stage. I planted all those things, but I can't remember where without my garden map. I like to surprise myself, I guess.
Sage and Italian parsley! Oh, and Fischer and ball. He's totally obsessive-compulsive about ball. He knows right where it is all the time and insists on going out to check on it.
Tomatoes! Early Girl, Cherokee Purple, Big Boy, Roma, and one other one that didn't have a tag and I can't remember what it was called. I love the names of tomato varieties. And all the different sizes, shapes, and colors they come in. I only have this one little patch of sun in the yard though, so I couldn't go too crazy and limited myself to only 7 plants this year. Last year I think Ariel & I planted 16 or so.
So, that was my weekend. A little bit of everything. A lot of fun.