We recently had a perfect day. Here’s how it went down:
- We found a real twenty dollar bill on our morning walk with Lucille
- There was enough milk in the fridge for lattes AND a bowl of Cheerios
- Our hair looked good for no discernible reason, since we definitely did not shower
- I read fifty pages of a new and promising book before falling asleep for a brief mid-morning nap
- Then I watched half a movie on Netflix while I knit a scarf; it will be a heartfelt gift for whoever is nicest to me this holiday season
- We rented a Zipcar and the cheapest one available was a Honda Fit
- The Honda Fit is our dream car
- We drove to Mt. Airy in our dream car
- I had exact change in my wallet for the parking meter in Mt. Airy
- We bought an Eames chair from a nice person who did not take advantage of us or creep us out
- I was in charge of navigating our route back to the city and we didn’t get lost or even cranky
- We stopped at the grocery store for soup ingredients and I bantered with the cashier about parsnips
- I also bantered with the lady at the hardware store
- We went to the hardware store and I remained cheery enough for banter
- DH sealed up our windows for the winter!
- We agreed to watch the movie Goldfinger, but then it came on and I was like, “Wait, isn’t Eddie Murphy supposed to be in this movie?” and then we watched Bowfinger like I had subconsciously wanted, because it is indeed the superior of the movies that end in the word finger
- We were asleep by nine
This new boardwalk/river trail thing-y opened up earlier this month. I don’t know what to say about it other than it’s cool. Sometimes it feels like Philadelphia is really coming into her own (you know, aside from the gazillion school closings).
P.S. These pictures are about a month old. It is now winter. I am writing this post while bundled up in three different blankets, clutching a mug full of coffee for warmth.
My mum was in town last weekend, jet-lagged but a trooper about it. We suggested we skip the site seeing in Philadelphia and visit her family at their lake house in upstate New York instead. It was an easy sell, and the drive north confirmed it: autumn leaves in their full colorful glory.
The highlights included playing card games late into the night (sometimes past 9pm!), snuggling with the dogs after wearing them out on long walks, and telling the same old stories we always tell.
Keuka Lake is in wine country. There’s even a Keuka Lake Wine Trail.
The region is mostly known for its sweeter wines, whites and rosés and the like.
I’m not much of a sweet wine fan these days, so my family recommended we try the McGregor Vineyard and Winery if I was in the mood for some dryer varieties.
McGregor didn’t disappoint. My mum was in town, and she joined me and my aunt for a wine tasting on Sunday evening. Mum could not have been less interested in the wine tasting, although she did like the earring selection in the gift shop. My aunt and I took the tasting seriously, though, and decided that our favorite was a 2012 Chardonnay.
I also tried a couple of their dryer reds, which were better and tastier than I had anticipated.
Of course, the real draw was the scenery and the company. It was a lovely way to spend an evening, especially since DH was waiting with a home-cooked meal when we got back to the lake house. He is such a keeper.
We had planned for our weekend at Keuka Lake to be of the lazy variety: knitting in front of the fireplace, reading on the deck overlooking the lake, late night card games around the dining room table. All of those things happened in good measure. But the weather was so lovely, we tried to venture out a little, too, so on Saturday we took a field trip to Abandon Brewing Co.
The brewery is a new one – their one year anniversary is in November - and it seems to be thriving. It helps that the beer is very good (in terms of favorites, it was a toss-up between the Session Saison and the Farmhouse IPA), they have locally grown hops, and the location is just beautiful.
Also, of course, we love any dog-friendly establishment.
We ordered a sampler and then bought a Growler of our favorite. It was time and money very well spent.
Our documents from the shelter say that Lucille 3 was born on October 3, 2006, the year DH and I got married.
There’s no way of verifying that date, but we’re taking it as the truth.
We adopted her six years later, on October 14, 2012.
She was pretty sprightly and happy from the beginning, set on the death of all the squirrels and birds in our neighborhood.
Like last night, on our evening walk, she saw a squirrel up in a tree and just waited and waited down below, scratching the ground impatiently, with some pathetic whimpering thrown in, because she just wanted to kill him so bad.
She is such a ridiculous weirdo and so much fun.
Is it bad that I just want to let her off-leash on a squirrel rampage just one time?