Standesbericht

[muckefuck]

I think my fondest memory of yesterday evening will be the three of us--me, monshu, and Diego--slouchng in the front room trying to suppress our yawns because we were all enjoying the conversation so much that none of us wanted to be the first to admit we needed to wind it down and seek bed. It wasn't even that late, but between early rising and (in my case) late falling, we were all bleary. Plus, a hearty meal of (boughten) spätzle and (homemade) Swedish meatballs accompanied by a bottle of Naia and followed by mini Derby pies was definitely weighing on us. Besides, by then we'd accomplished what I'd hoped for: Diego (who works from home) had plans to join the Old Man for a midday concert on Monday.

It's been a somewhat stressful week, but things are looking up. I have my old reliable back in the assistant position, and he more than proved his worth today helping me out with a tattle tape test. This required that we set off the exit gates repeatedly for several minutes and I could tell he was getting more than a little embarrassed, but I coached him through it and then hustled us past the angry glare of the instructor who was attempting to conduct a class in the lobby at the time. Now I feel like the two or three other projects I've promised for delivery by the end of the week might happen as well.

And spring continues to burst out all over. Dad and I saw the first Judas tree over the weekend and now they're even coming into bloom closer to the lake. No hawthorns or dogwoods yet, but ornamental pears, plums, and more cherries. Plus azaleas everywhere, periwinkle in full bloom even on the south side of the streets, and trees leafing out right and left. They're predicting height-of-summer temperatures for tomorrow--which, if true, will make my office a swelterbox. Time to pack some shorts.

Comments

[danthered.livejournal.com]

boughten

Thank you for that.

Derby pies

¿Que?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

You don't have to thank me every time I use boughten. I'm Midwestern; it's part of our language.

The first time I had Derby pie, it was simply called "chocolate Bourbon pecan pie" and I wondered why no one in my life before had thought to combine these three magical things. It was monshu who taught me this combination was commonly known as "Derby pie" when he cooked us up a feast for Derby day some years ago.

[danthered.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry, have I thanked you before for boughten? Then I retract the thanks. ;-)

That pie sounds delicious.

[come-to-think.livejournal.com]

"Boughten" is part of my language too. Maybe I inherited it from my mother's Midwestern ancestry. On the other hand, it was a New England poet who wrote "With boughten friendship by your side".