IT’S OCTOBER!
For five days now. I know.
It’s been such a busy few days. There was a lot of good and some not so good.
Thursday evening I decided I really, really needed to make apple cider sangria. And so I did. And lo! It was delicious.
The sister wife and I hung out with the architect all evening until I got tired (or drank too much sangria) and had to go to bed.
Friday started out kinda shitty. It’s not my story to tell, but I would like to go on record as being pro-gun-regulation. I tried to get my Zen on, but was unsuccessful.
Two things that usually make me happy.
After the tense was over, I headed over to a nearby storage facility to sign a contract on a storage unit. It was not creepy at all.
(Mis)quoting a friend, “I’m not saying there’s been a chalk outline there, but…”
After paying money for that lovely space, I went home and found the sister wife waiting for me. We exchanged one of Satan’s handshakes.
and then went to lunch.
That evening, the Bean and I met the architect for dinner at Ecliptic then went home to see how the cider sangria had fared after sitting for 24 hours.
It fared well. So good.
I did my best to decimate the remaining supply.
Saturday, the sister-wife, the architect & the Bean went on a great train adventure. The best part of the adventure is that I did not have to go along!
Instead, I finished another chapter and a half on my book, and spent most of the day hanging out with a friend. There was tasty food AND delicious beverages involved.
Porter and Thai Curry
Sunday was moving day. But first, we feast!
Bloodies with tomato juice from the garden, cheesy grits, and egg clouds. And bacon. Obviously.
We moved a few things into the storage unit, including a big-ass shelf thing. Our living room looks rather bare now, but we no longer live in a box palace and I feel comfortable having the house cleaner come back!
After the exciting storage moving (there was police action! Storage units are the best!), the sister wife, the architect & I (with occasional help from the Bean) cleared the garden of tomatoes. SW (sister-wife) and I headed to her house for jars and the the rest of the day was spent canning tomatoes (me) and finishing the deck (SW & the architect).
TOMATOES!
I was supervising. With wine. (I may have also antiqued the deck. With wine.)
I mosied down to the local food cart pod to get the hard workers food and beer. I fell on the way because I INSIST on wearing this very cute pair of shoes that I have never yet worn without falling over.
I’m bruised on the shin, in the chest region, one hand, and a little swollen on the chin. It was awesome.
Imagine this (these are box carrying bruises), but all over my body. Yeah. It’s SO sexy.
Because I am awesome, I went to the food carts in aforementioned shitty shoes, but also my Mitmunk pink bionic leggings and a unicorn shirt.
So cool.
I carried my Marie Laveau bag, too, because (a) I needed a way to get all the food and beverage home and (b) I am that awesome.
After the deck was finished (and it is, except for fastening the stairs to the deck), we celebrated with food and beverage and fire!
It was no trip to NOLA, but I sure did have a delightful weekend. Wonderful people really do make for a lovely weekend.
