Next year RWA will be held in DC. While I’m too cheap frugal to pay the insane prices of the hosting hotel, especially since I commute to DC daily, the registration fee isn’t too bad, so (assuming no conflicts) I’ll be attending next year.
Now that I’ve seen George Michael live (as an adult), I totally get popslash, a subset of fanfiction that had previously escaped me.
Note to self: 8:45am is too late to arrive at the farmers market. The lines become insane and there are too many people who have apparently never negotiated a crowded space before. (Yes, please stop in the middle of the way with your stroller and just STAND there gazing around like a doofus. The people around you love it.) The meat potpies were gone, leaving only vegetarian ones — not bad, but I was looking forward to the pulled pork pie. Plus the quarts of strawberry and chocolate milk at my favorite dairy were gone, leaving only half gallons of chocolate. Not to whine too much, because it’s chocolate milk, yum, but it is hard to consume a half gallon of any kind of milk in a week in my household.
Because of a conference at work last week, I missed the CSA pick up. There has been a bit of a soap opera going on because some people who arrive late (including me) aren’t getting the alloted amount. The general consensus is that outsiders are taking stuff because there’s no control or oversight. Maybe. But I wouldn’t assume that people in the group are above taking more than their fair share. Cynical much, me?
The cucumber plants I planted in a window box? Are dead. But the peppermint is growing like crazy, along with the portulaca and yarrow. Guess what I’ll be planting more of next year.
My cooking adventure this week? Not really an adventure, just an oldy but goody: crab soup. And fruit salad with some peaches that were a little bruised, blueberries, blackberries and strawberries. I’m back to packing my little obento box for lunch — I missed it last week, when I was eating out with colleagues for lunch and dinner every day. Sooner or later I’ll buy a camera and start posting the prettier ones, like Lyvvie does.