beautiful day, ugly fish
Last Sunday, it was good to be the Mom. The morning began with gifts, including an excellent Kid-Made™ clay bowl and an African basket filled with goodies. This was followed by a walk through the Ballard Sunday Market to gather flowers and produce for dinner. We ate breakfast as we strolled. I had a tasty spinach crepe made alfresco.
After heading back home, Da hung with the kids and went grocery shopping for us while Tim and I took a Metro bus downtown. We were on the KEXP guest list for an afternoon show at the Triple Door. I'd not heard of this quirky, Swedish threesome, but Tim had and got us both excited about seeing Peter Bjorn & John. I can now say with great authority that they're a poppy, hipster-duffus sensation! Catchy and cool, it was a short session that left us time to walk down to the Pike Place Market. We wandered through a labyrinth and found a hidden away courtyard almost under post alley, where we enjoyed our lunch alfresco (I see a theme emerging).
After hopping the 358 back up Aurora, we walked home through 
the cemetery. Lots of visits to moms of yore going on there; lots of families and flowers. Back at the crib, I succumbed to a rare nap and as usual, awoke feeling like an ugly fish swimming through cloudy gelatin. Yes, it's as enjoyable as it sounds. Luckily, nothing clears away the fog quite like sipping a cup of tea in the hot tub. Just say NO to naps!
scratchin alfresco. Ribs, asparagus, hush puppies (no sh*t, hush puppies!), and a wild mushroom saute. Oh, and he and the kids baked a rustic apple pie-ish thing, too. Not too sweet, the way I like. With fresh whipped cream.Why can't every day be mother's day?! -k8-
2 comments:
One would assume that a call to your work desk would suffice as an attempt at contact. Two would assume that a second call left at said work desk would be more than enough to elicit a response. But that is where one, being me, would be wrong --doubly wrong-- now wouldn't one/I?
As for the ugly fish syndrome, follow this fresh waft of advice: only nap at work.
Obviously you haven't tried telepathic thought. Phones are so yesterday. Or perhaps you should try commenting on my blog.
Oh.
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