Home with cattitude

I had an excellent weekend with adrian_turtle, and now I'm back home with cattitude (and julian_tiger). One attempt at seeing other people in Boston fell through because I never got an answer to my email asking about locations. Instead, Adrian and I spent yesterday evening at the home of some friends of hers (nice people, one of whom I'd met before) who have a hot tub and are happy to share it. Aaaah!

We were happily domestic, which included me getting a no-longer-functional air conditioner out of her apartment (I do the heavy lifting when possible). We each cooked, and I did something that resembled my standard pilaf recipe, using leftover roast chicken from the night before. I say "resembled" because I'm not sure it really counts as a pilaf without the noodles. I like it better with white rice, but Adrian prefers brown, so that's what she has around. She doesn't keep bay leaves, so I used some thyme and some basil. That worked quite well, and I'll probably try it again.

It was good weather for walking around, cool but not yet cold. Some of the leaves have turned red and yellow (more than down here in New York), but the trees aren't brown or bare yet, and we saw many sunflowers and morning glories. Also a pair of almost-grown cygnets, still pale gray, swimming next to their bright white parents.

On the way home, the bus driver decided to detour around a bit of traffic by leaving the highway in New Haven, thus providing a good view of the partially demolished New Haven Coliseum, which interested me because I walked past the building many times as an undergraduate. We also went into/through a weigh station, which surprised me less because I hadn't known buses were expected to go be weighed than because I'd about concluded that every weigh station in the Northeast, if not the world, was permanently closed, never before having seen one open. (It's a dull process as we did it: drive moderately slowly along a lane that includes a built-in scale, keeping at least a fixed distance from the truck in front of us, and then going back onto the road. There was a separate area further from the road, marked with a sign that said "scales." I saw a large tractor-trailer waiting to exit that area.)

Home with cattitude

I had an excellent weekend with adrian_turtle, and now I'm back home with cattitude (and julian_tiger). One attempt at seeing other people in Boston fell through because I never got an answer to my email asking about locations. Instead, Adrian and I spent yesterday evening at the home of some friends of hers (nice people, one of whom I'd met before) who have a hot tub and are happy to share it. Aaaah!

We were happily domestic, which included me getting a no-longer-functional air conditioner out of her apartment (I do the heavy lifting when possible). We each cooked, and I did something that resembled my standard pilaf recipe, using leftover roast chicken from the night before. I say "resembled" because I'm not sure it really counts as a pilaf without the noodles. I like it better with white rice, but Adrian prefers brown, so that's what she has around. She doesn't keep bay leaves, so I used some thyme and some basil. That worked quite well, and I'll probably try it again.

It was good weather for walking around, cool but not yet cold. Some of the leaves have turned red and yellow (more than down here in New York), but the trees aren't brown or bare yet, and we saw many sunflowers and morning glories. Also a pair of almost-grown cygnets, still pale gray, swimming next to their bright white parents.

On the way home, the bus driver decided to detour around a bit of traffic by leaving the highway in New Haven, thus providing a good view of the partially demolished New Haven Coliseum, which interested me because I walked past the building many times as an undergraduate. We also went into/through a weigh station, which surprised me less because I hadn't known buses were expected to go be weighed than because I'd about concluded that every weigh station in the Northeast, if not the world, was permanently closed, never before having seen one open. (It's a dull process as we did it: drive moderately slowly along a lane that includes a built-in scale, keeping at least a fixed distance from the truck in front of us, and then going back onto the road. There was a separate area further from the road, marked with a sign that said "scales." I saw a large tractor-trailer waiting to exit that area.)