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Well, I planned on not writing this weekend for various reasons though I have spent hours in front of the monitor anyway, mostly playing Rocket Mania (level 24!). So there's no failure there.
It was one of those family weekend things. Friday: Spring Concert. My father came down, bearing artichokes, peas, berries and cherries. Emma had been asking when the cherries happen, and I kept saying "May," and here it was, two days till May, and a big batch of good cherries (sometimes the first couple batches are unfortunate). I made sticky apricot jam cookies (I try to bake with jam every so often because we have too much of it and nobody eats it very much any more). The concert was wonderful. Emma was wrong about the solo situation: all the pipers had respectable solos, and they were all good and I was thrilled to pieces as usual. Our camera appears to be broken -- the motor doesn't, but I asked another mommy to take pictures and I think maybe that did happen. The concert band was great too. The band director gave her usual wonderful speeches. Her little boy was wearing headphones and helping his daddy tape the concert. The seniors were wearing orchid leis and no shoes (tradition!). When the jazz band was playing, Emma got up and danced with her friend Andy of the teal-colored hair, twice. She said she paid for it with a tingly leg all night but it was worth it. I think she's getting better, slowly. The nice fellow bid on a whole raft of stuff in the silent auction and won most of it and now we have more gift certificates than you can shake a stick at. At the reception afterwards one of th trombone players was mournfully looking for something kosher for passover besides matzoh and macaroons, and I felt a little bad because I had thought of making a kugel, a nice firm one that would cut up like a cake, or maybe a nutflour torte, but I chickened out -- I had only been going to do it for the coolness factor, because I don't do the proscriptive passover diet myself.
Saturday we had matzoh brie with lots of fresh herbs and more cherries and berries for breakfast and then we went to the the UCSC Farm and Garden plant sale and my father bought Moher a native currant for the front slope of their yard and I got tomatoes and basil and the nice fellow got veronica and Siberian iris. And then we went to Pogonip and I'm really sad I didn't have a working camera because the season has really advanced and I would like to have documented the grass just beginning to go yellow, and the hillsides full of globe lilies, and the lovely green seedpods of checker lilies, and -- orchids! It's apparently called a striped coral root or Corallorhiza striata. (sorry about the size and loading time of the picture in that link, it's not my picture). And then I slept for a long time.
And then today I went and spent the day with my friend who has dementia while her kids and stepkids discussed what they're going to do. I wish they'd get the information about the services available before they panic and start urging divorces and divestments and stuff. The husband was out of the hospital again but he mostly slept, waking up just long enough to go to the bathroom and to drink a little juice. Gloria was in fine shape today though. We went around picking flowers and making bouquets, and she tended her compost pit and washed out the compost bucket and we looked at the horses down the hill and she tried to give Jim some ice cream but he was asleep.
And then I did a lot of grocery shopping and came home and did nothing else but play and now it's two o'clock in the morning.
Tomorrow: I'll be better.
It was one of those family weekend things. Friday: Spring Concert. My father came down, bearing artichokes, peas, berries and cherries. Emma had been asking when the cherries happen, and I kept saying "May," and here it was, two days till May, and a big batch of good cherries (sometimes the first couple batches are unfortunate). I made sticky apricot jam cookies (I try to bake with jam every so often because we have too much of it and nobody eats it very much any more). The concert was wonderful. Emma was wrong about the solo situation: all the pipers had respectable solos, and they were all good and I was thrilled to pieces as usual. Our camera appears to be broken -- the motor doesn't, but I asked another mommy to take pictures and I think maybe that did happen. The concert band was great too. The band director gave her usual wonderful speeches. Her little boy was wearing headphones and helping his daddy tape the concert. The seniors were wearing orchid leis and no shoes (tradition!). When the jazz band was playing, Emma got up and danced with her friend Andy of the teal-colored hair, twice. She said she paid for it with a tingly leg all night but it was worth it. I think she's getting better, slowly. The nice fellow bid on a whole raft of stuff in the silent auction and won most of it and now we have more gift certificates than you can shake a stick at. At the reception afterwards one of th trombone players was mournfully looking for something kosher for passover besides matzoh and macaroons, and I felt a little bad because I had thought of making a kugel, a nice firm one that would cut up like a cake, or maybe a nutflour torte, but I chickened out -- I had only been going to do it for the coolness factor, because I don't do the proscriptive passover diet myself.
Saturday we had matzoh brie with lots of fresh herbs and more cherries and berries for breakfast and then we went to the the UCSC Farm and Garden plant sale and my father bought Moher a native currant for the front slope of their yard and I got tomatoes and basil and the nice fellow got veronica and Siberian iris. And then we went to Pogonip and I'm really sad I didn't have a working camera because the season has really advanced and I would like to have documented the grass just beginning to go yellow, and the hillsides full of globe lilies, and the lovely green seedpods of checker lilies, and -- orchids! It's apparently called a striped coral root or Corallorhiza striata. (sorry about the size and loading time of the picture in that link, it's not my picture). And then I slept for a long time.
And then today I went and spent the day with my friend who has dementia while her kids and stepkids discussed what they're going to do. I wish they'd get the information about the services available before they panic and start urging divorces and divestments and stuff. The husband was out of the hospital again but he mostly slept, waking up just long enough to go to the bathroom and to drink a little juice. Gloria was in fine shape today though. We went around picking flowers and making bouquets, and she tended her compost pit and washed out the compost bucket and we looked at the horses down the hill and she tried to give Jim some ice cream but he was asleep.
And then I did a lot of grocery shopping and came home and did nothing else but play and now it's two o'clock in the morning.
Tomorrow: I'll be better.