Yes the cutting garden is next to the boathouse but if you see the squash courts you’ve gone too far.

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Oh September. You make me happy/sad. I was supposed to go to Hood Riverish area this weekend but it fell through. An overnight in Port Townsend was better.

Strudel at the Palace.

“Antique mall” score.

I wanted a Japanese woodblock print of an actor, late 19th century, but not $200 wanted. So I got this for $18 instead:

In situ and with bonus me so you know I’m doing science and still alive.

I’m running out of walls.

One last score…a bottle of snake oil.

I uploaded more to my Flickr, because enough is enough crammed into one RSS feed, eh?

Hey I finished a chapter of my cookbook, like, edited, finished. You know I had already finished cooking. That’s good. Actually I got some suggestions from one of my editors already, so maybe finished-finished is overstating it. Everything feels so serendipitous right now…a cookbook store is opening near me. It’s probably just brain chemicals. So I will be editing for the rest of the holiday weekend and I’m going to create a “shell” a little at a time that the final recipes can be inserted into with the correct font and illustrations.

I owe everyone and their mom an email! But now some wine. Fun writing tomorrow if I can fit it…more first dates starring Todd[s].

10 thoughts on “Yes the cutting garden is next to the boathouse but if you see the squash courts you’ve gone too far.”

  1. I would take a Todd story over an email if the awful choice has to be made. Just sayin’. :) Hope you’re enjoying your holiday weekend!

  3. OMG, Franny is so grown up and BEAUTIFUL. Git your beatin’ stick and start hangin’ out on your front porch.

  4. Had to pop in to say that picture of Franny is stunning, and agree about the beatin’ stick. It can be as wide as your thumb, right?

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