tesla | My Weekend: A Brief History (Reply)

Friday I spent the day doing some amalgam of working and playing. I didn't bother to go in to the office, but got my e-mail inbox down to 0 messages (yippee!) and led a meeting (via conference bridge) not only to resolution, but to a consensus for the specific path I was hoping we would take.

I have no recollection of Friday night. I hope that whatever I was doing while I left my memory home was interesting.

Saturday noonish

minnehaha B. came by to drop off my air mattress, and we had a fine conversation and brief tour of my house, which is a shambles.

My escapades of Saturday afternoon are recounted here. After which I proceeded to fall asleep and miss

saracura's grand opening party. I pouted.

I then began reading That Novel* so as to complete it before anyone could spoil it for me. That took me until about noon Sunday.

Breaks were taken (head undoubtedly rolled): I harvested and grilled a magnificent Gypsy pepper and a couple of quite nice Golden Treasure along with my fish kebobs. Overcooked the fish a touch, but it was tasty nonetheless. For the weirdest pairing thus far this year, I had a yummy - oh, so yummy - 2003 Mourvedre from Bonny Doon, that really came into its own after breathing for an hour or so. (As an aside - why is it that the only wines I seem to write about here are from Bonny Doon? They make up a tiny percentage of my consumption, yet by far the largest of my writing. This seems to be a coincidence of timing. Odd.)

Sunday: Read. Ate. Read. Finished book; read comics. Finished comics; read City Pages. Decided that I was being a slug and should do something. Cleaned bathroom. Ordered hard drive. Made shopping list. Repotted 2 grapes and a raspberry. Ate flowers.

(Nasturtium shouldn't be considered "edible flowers," they should be considered "delicious flowers." They taste delicately peppery, like the tiny cress sprouts that Mum used to grow. They're also quite pretty, and I often find myself unable to decide whether to look at them of eat them. Fortunately, I have many.)

*HP&DH by JKR. No spoilers here, just a meta-textual comment: turns out that I found the experience of reading these things a lot more fun when I could just pick up a copy whenever I felt like it and read it at my leisure without worrying about some random stranger telling me the plot points before I got to them.