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ironymaidenafter another Friday of The Long Goodbye, complete with midnight cheeseburgers, M&C departed for Ashland, and C and i settled into a couple days of relative quiet.
Saturday was the two year anniversary of our arrival in Seattle. it's still funny to think that the 2001 attacks set off the chain of events that led us to pack our bags and go west. i've finally stopped feeling like we're on vacation and will have to go home. this is home, these days, even if the fair food is lame and there's no Yuengling. as i said to Dad the other night, well, not quite everything is better here. but almost.
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scarletbronte. i managed to sell two copies of The Shadow of the Wind, and one of Set This House in Order when we stopped at Queen Anne Books. sometimes i think i should be working in a book store, except for the retail thing. and all the bad books out there. i had a wonderful phone conversation with my parents (during which i sold another copy of Shadow of the Wind), and played a round of Diceland.
we got up early to catch the last day of the Van Gogh to Mondrian exhibit at SAM. even before 9am on a Sunday, the line was out the door to the corner (of course, i wanted to go down around 1 am, but C vetoed that). Mrs Kroller-Mueller was my kind of lady - as soon as Mondrian departed completely into abstraction, she stopped supporting him. my favorite pieces in the exhibit weren't the advertised ones; one was a dark art nouveau scene of three brides, another a vibrant oil of a cyclops falling in love with a sleeping nymph. there was just something fabulous about the soft look of devotion in his one eye and the tilt of his head. the real highlights for me were the quotes in the audio tour (reminding me again how much EMP fails to satisfy) of Van Gogh musing on his mortality as a rationale for all those self-portraits. it was an odd blend of periods and styles and even furniture and architectural drawings. there was even a stained glass window featuring scenes of the Kroller-Muellers' businesses - stained glass engineers on the phone and miners using jackhammers, yeah.
today was unremarkable, except for the perfect Seattle weather. and i have triumphed in making reduced carb no sugar added scones. take the Joy of Cooking recipe, replace all purpose flour with 1 cup bread flour and 3/4 cup almond meal, sub splenda for the sugar, add dried cranberries to taste. they're much better than i ever imagined, moist and pleasantly nutty without being mealy or gritty.
and midway through the second cycle, the DivaCup still rocks.
Saturday was the two year anniversary of our arrival in Seattle. it's still funny to think that the 2001 attacks set off the chain of events that led us to pack our bags and go west. i've finally stopped feeling like we're on vacation and will have to go home. this is home, these days, even if the fair food is lame and there's no Yuengling. as i said to Dad the other night, well, not quite everything is better here. but almost.
i spent the day gently, quilting and chatting with C broken by a lovely lunch and some shopping with
scarletbronte. i managed to sell two copies of The Shadow of the Wind, and one of Set This House in Order when we stopped at Queen Anne Books. sometimes i think i should be working in a book store, except for the retail thing. and all the bad books out there. i had a wonderful phone conversation with my parents (during which i sold another copy of Shadow of the Wind), and played a round of Diceland.we got up early to catch the last day of the Van Gogh to Mondrian exhibit at SAM. even before 9am on a Sunday, the line was out the door to the corner (of course, i wanted to go down around 1 am, but C vetoed that). Mrs Kroller-Mueller was my kind of lady - as soon as Mondrian departed completely into abstraction, she stopped supporting him. my favorite pieces in the exhibit weren't the advertised ones; one was a dark art nouveau scene of three brides, another a vibrant oil of a cyclops falling in love with a sleeping nymph. there was just something fabulous about the soft look of devotion in his one eye and the tilt of his head. the real highlights for me were the quotes in the audio tour (reminding me again how much EMP fails to satisfy) of Van Gogh musing on his mortality as a rationale for all those self-portraits. it was an odd blend of periods and styles and even furniture and architectural drawings. there was even a stained glass window featuring scenes of the Kroller-Muellers' businesses - stained glass engineers on the phone and miners using jackhammers, yeah.
today was unremarkable, except for the perfect Seattle weather. and i have triumphed in making reduced carb no sugar added scones. take the Joy of Cooking recipe, replace all purpose flour with 1 cup bread flour and 3/4 cup almond meal, sub splenda for the sugar, add dried cranberries to taste. they're much better than i ever imagined, moist and pleasantly nutty without being mealy or gritty.
and midway through the second cycle, the DivaCup still rocks.
