What is life like without bloggery? I spent the last three days finding out.
Let's go to the videotape.
Friday night I cleaned house. I cleaned it really, really well. This doesn't always happen.
Saturday morning I went to a farmers' market in the downtown area of a Major Regional City. Who knew that only 35 miles away there was this amazing weekly event where you can buy everything from fingerling potatoes to Traverse City cherries to Amish bread to fresh herbs to perennials that I've never seen before? My co-shopper and I wandered wonderstruck from one stall to the other: Look...look...look...
Saturday noon I enjoyed a leisurely cheese, fruit and wine lunch on my front porch. This was so much fun. You could do this once a month and never run out of interesting combinations of cheese, fruit and wine. Our menu: little dibs and dabs of chevre, havarti and bleu cheese, and crusty rolls, and Bosc pears, Golden Delicious apples and cherries, and a California chardonnay.
Saturday afternoon I took a nap.
Saturday evening I went out to dinner. With people. And the best whitefish I have ever eaten in my entire life in the Water Winter Wonderland.
Sunday morning I went to church.
Sunday afternoon I went to a birthday party for a one-year-old. I wore a Hello Kitty birthday hat on my head, and sang "Happy Birthday" and everything. Then I came home and took another nap.
Saturday evening I made a big pan of ratatouille with some of my booty from the farmers' market. And then I watched TV. The TV shows weren't much, but I did notice myself enjoying the commercials. I like the new Capital One commercial with the barbarians working at summer camp; it made me laugh out loud, especially the song that goes, "Burn and pillage the next town/Dooh-dah! Dooh-dah!" I like the Daimler- Chrysler commerical with Dr. Z and the "That thing got a hemi?" guy. I went to bed early.
Well enough of that.