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Saturday's Zwetschgendatschi was much closer to what I remember than my previous attempt, but still not quite there. The search for a really good recipe continues. Other than that, I really didn't get much done. It was blustery and wet and all I wanted to do was stay inside. Even so, I might've taken ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu up on his invitation to come brunching and footwear shopping if only I hadn't had that stomachache. I'd planned to do some editing and reading, but I only managed a couple of chapters before it was time for the game.
I'd kind of hoped no one would show to Cocktail Night or that, if someone did, I could talk him into coming down to the den and watching it with me. Didn't work out that way, but I still caught the best bits anyway. They were ready to head over to the bar before 10:30, so I went with them and stayed for only a half hour. So I caught Carpenter's stunning homerun in the top of the 8th. Too bad it wasn't enough to carry the day, but at least we avoided an insane stalemate on the order of the Giants-Nats game. A little after midnight, I headed back to Touché. There wasn't really anyone I was interested in talking to and they were having their sad annual "Oktoberfest" celebration, so another half hour and I'd slipped away again.
Sunday was a bit nicer than expected, so between finishing up Irrungen, Wirrungen and watching About a Boy, I stepped out for a bit of yardwork. Now that it's cooler and wetter, I feel better about hacking away at the shrubbery, so I took branches off the lilacs, the smoketree, and whatever the hell those bushes are we have in front. I really wanted to hack all these back--particularly the last of these, who were badly hit by last winter's freeze--but I restrained myself. Yeah, it grows back, but you can always prune away more if you need to.
We seem to have settled into a pattern of cooler days and nights, but still well above freezing so I don't see any immediate need to haul everything inside. I've been plucking the mint for tea and forgetting to harvest the mustard greens for salad. The thyme and sage were badly shaded out by the combined assault of the adjoining tomatoes and the squash vines from over the fence, but the basil seems okay. Better harvest it soon, though; nights below 10° Celsius are guaranteed to make it unhappy.
monshu up on his invitation to come brunching and footwear shopping if only I hadn't had that stomachache. I'd planned to do some editing and reading, but I only managed a couple of chapters before it was time for the game.I'd kind of hoped no one would show to Cocktail Night or that, if someone did, I could talk him into coming down to the den and watching it with me. Didn't work out that way, but I still caught the best bits anyway. They were ready to head over to the bar before 10:30, so I went with them and stayed for only a half hour. So I caught Carpenter's stunning homerun in the top of the 8th. Too bad it wasn't enough to carry the day, but at least we avoided an insane stalemate on the order of the Giants-Nats game. A little after midnight, I headed back to Touché. There wasn't really anyone I was interested in talking to and they were having their sad annual "Oktoberfest" celebration, so another half hour and I'd slipped away again.
Sunday was a bit nicer than expected, so between finishing up Irrungen, Wirrungen and watching About a Boy, I stepped out for a bit of yardwork. Now that it's cooler and wetter, I feel better about hacking away at the shrubbery, so I took branches off the lilacs, the smoketree, and whatever the hell those bushes are we have in front. I really wanted to hack all these back--particularly the last of these, who were badly hit by last winter's freeze--but I restrained myself. Yeah, it grows back, but you can always prune away more if you need to.
We seem to have settled into a pattern of cooler days and nights, but still well above freezing so I don't see any immediate need to haul everything inside. I've been plucking the mint for tea and forgetting to harvest the mustard greens for salad. The thyme and sage were badly shaded out by the combined assault of the adjoining tomatoes and the squash vines from over the fence, but the basil seems okay. Better harvest it soon, though; nights below 10° Celsius are guaranteed to make it unhappy.