Monthly Archives: August 2007

aaaaand we’re off!

Wish us luck.

Song du jour of the day: Bright Side of the Road, by Van Morrison.


Monday I went to Munich to finish up some work at the office, then hung out and knit…ted? Knat? Whatever. Hung out and drank pretend coffee with Elemmaciltur. That means a day not at home, neither cleaning nor shopping. Continue reading


We went to the uh… oop, doesn’t translate. The Therme, the biggest one in Europe apparently. It means something like hot springs with baths associated, so there’s saunas and whirlpools and all kinds of temperatures of water and massage and sulfur baths and salt water pools and something called “color therapy” and mud you can smear on your face and something Himalayan, whatever the hell that means. It’s ha-yoooge, see? And one section is all water-slides. The kids had a blast, as you can imagine, and it cost a flippin’ fortune so we won’t be going all that often, but still. Today was yet another one of those days that remind me that I live in the best place in the world, and I’d have to be crazy to think of leaving it.

Song du jour of the day: Born at the Right Time, by Paul Simon.

almost perfect day

We went to watch a soccer game today, in DrBob’s hometown, oh, let’s call it Jagenau. The Jagenau team is really doing well, and they were playing for first place in the league today. They tied, so they don’t get to be first, but otherwise, everything was just so nice. The weather was good and lots of people were there and they set up this grill and burn sausages and slabs of meat and for €2.50 (= kind of a lot, but what the hell) they’ll slap one on a bun for you. And you get to sit on the grass right up next to the pitch and and shout and drink beer it’s all just so village-y. We don’t do it nearly often enough, I think we’re um, busy or something. But you know, we really should do it more. We’re lucky to have such a good team so nearby.

I didn’t get any knitting done, though. With soccer, you sort of have to pay attention.

Song du jour of the day: Perfect, by The The.

vacation taking shape

A week from tonight, we stuff the kids in the car at like 2 a.m. (with carsick meds) and drive to Pisa. We’ll check out the Arno, the old town center, the city wall (my thing) and cathedral (DrBob’s thing) and the Leaning Tower (for the Sniglet), maybe find some Etruscan or Roman ruins (for Ignatz), stay a night in this hotel, and then drive to Livorno to board the ferry to Corsica. Continue reading

Apple Chicken

Umm, yes I can share my recipe for apple chicken, but I can’t give you amounts, because I don’t use them. All amounts (for all my recipes) are “whatever seems appropriate” or “what you have to hand.” Continue reading

last of the apples

Well the last of the apples wasn’t enough for a whole pie, so I made Apple Chicken for dinner last night, and an apple-blackberry pie (with blackberries from the garden) that I was going to take over to Christine this morning. Only Ignatz didn’t know about that part of the plan, so he very thoughtfully brought me a slice of pie after dinner. Hmm, what do do now? Take an adulterated pie over, or just keep it? A dilemma.

Song du jour of the day: Suit of Lights, by Elvis Costello