frivolous and serious, with a side of apple butter

Three weekends ago, we went to a craft fair on Saturday at which we bought nothing, and I went to the MD ren faire on Sunday and found one of the things I'd been looking for amongst the crafters. (a couple garden ornaments that look good with my garden rather than being bright and entirely artificial-looking) Other than that, I mainly wandered around, poked my head in the shopping, watched people, and was surprised at how many people I ran into whom I knew from pennsic.

Two weekends ago, we went up to PA for the wedding of one of my best friends, where we also doubled as part of the organizational posse, and (as happens at these things) I spent more time talking to casual friends I hadn't seen in years than the bride. Of course, I also didn't finish her wedding gift until the following Tuesday night. (more on that later)

And then last weekend, we spent assisting another of my best friends move to the Boston area in the process of becoming un-married, which is just as messy as I'm sure it sounds, and which for my part involved ungodly amounts of time spent in the car hating the sun while grauwulf wrestled with driving the trailer in high winds. For the record, I think Boston is a great place, and if I had my early twenties to do over again, I'd cheerfully move up there and pretend to live the fits-in-one-room lifestyle for a while. However, the drive from here to there is not something I'm sufficiently thrilled with to enjoy twice in a weekend.

For those keeping score at home, that does add up to two weekends away in a row, and the cat spent uncharacteristic amounts of today sitting on my lap to make sure I wouldn't run off again. About all I've managed to get done was to render the apples I got last week into something I can leave in the crock pot all night with sugar & spices in hopes that it will have turned to apple butter in the morning. Unfortunately, what I got was odd lot apples that the farmer's market was selling for cheap because they were bruised, and several of them failed to smell particularly worthy (possibly they were red delicious?) and I ate half the only really appealing one in the lot while I was chopping them, so I don't know how good the apple butter is going to taste when it's done. I guess we'll see.

frivolous and serious, with a side of apple butter

Three weekends ago, we went to a craft fair on Saturday at which we bought nothing, and I went to the MD ren faire on Sunday and found one of the things I'd been looking for amongst the crafters. (a couple garden ornaments that look good with my garden rather than being bright and entirely artificial-looking) Other than that, I mainly wandered around, poked my head in the shopping, watched people, and was surprised at how many people I ran into whom I knew from pennsic.

Two weekends ago, we went up to PA for the wedding of one of my best friends, where we also doubled as part of the organizational posse, and (as happens at these things) I spent more time talking to casual friends I hadn't seen in years than the bride. Of course, I also didn't finish her wedding gift until the following Tuesday night. (more on that later)

And then last weekend, we spent assisting another of my best friends move to the Boston area in the process of becoming un-married, which is just as messy as I'm sure it sounds, and which for my part involved ungodly amounts of time spent in the car hating the sun while grauwulf wrestled with driving the trailer in high winds. For the record, I think Boston is a great place, and if I had my early twenties to do over again, I'd cheerfully move up there and pretend to live the fits-in-one-room lifestyle for a while. However, the drive from here to there is not something I'm sufficiently thrilled with to enjoy twice in a weekend.

For those keeping score at home, that does add up to two weekends away in a row, and the cat spent uncharacteristic amounts of today sitting on my lap to make sure I wouldn't run off again. About all I've managed to get done was to render the apples I got last week into something I can leave in the crock pot all night with sugar & spices in hopes that it will have turned to apple butter in the morning. Unfortunately, what I got was odd lot apples that the farmer's market was selling for cheap because they were bruised, and several of them failed to smell particularly worthy (possibly they were red delicious?) and I ate half the only really appealing one in the lot while I was chopping them, so I don't know how good the apple butter is going to taste when it's done. I guess we'll see.

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