I'm having my favorites: Kopanisti dip (sorely missed during my 2 months as a vegan) and the soup of the day (tomato fennel) with bruschetta. It would be perfect if I had another hour here, but as it happens I am between 'running to the grocery store' and 'fetching Frost from Magic the Gathering' before 'checking owner claims' for my work.
Puff, puff. I blow on my soup and the olive oil twines like a small dragon on the surface. I am sure someone could read my future in the parsley leaves.
Anyway, enough about the present and the future. Surely, you want the past? Kids are on spring break this week so have been home more. Frost has been having many playdates and sleepovers while Wren draws, plays iPad, comes on errands with me and does lots of gardening and playing with wooden weapons in the yard.
There is still no progress on the house front - we have been looking but the houses that would be just right are priced just-wrong (by a $100K+) while the ones we see are either too small, remote, soul-less or oddly wrong.
Last week, I took the boys to the Seattle Central Library - an architectural feature of downtown. They were stunned and impressed and excited - reminding me that they haven't really been to many famous or splendid buildings. As a child I'd visited cathedrals, museums, castles - big old things with cavernous interiors - while neither of them can remember being exposed to structures designed to impress. I vow now to take them to places that excite (incite?) the imagination to rebel against the stubbornly utilitarian.
|Seattle Central Library - designed by Rem Koolhaus|
|Frost examines a display cabinet of skulls at Seattle Central Library|
|"They are REAL SKULLS" says Wren, factually incorrect.|
I had a run-in of another kind at a designer lingerie boutique. If I was a courtesan I would shop at Zovo all the time. They tempt you into a boudoir curtained in taffeta and bring you piles of lacy things in your size 'to try'. I should have left my pocketbook behind but .... well, I didn't. I think I have said enough and now have a love-hate relationship with Simone Perele. Next time I think I will go with Trina who tells me she has low inhibitions, good taste and high standards in the lacy-bits department.
What else? Blegh. Time to fetch Frost so no news about the growth of the herbs on the deck, the sudden sunshine or the plan to make s'mores tonight. No time to draw a tableau of our fireplace, still in use in late spring or of the anticipation of easter. Adieu till then...