Weekend update
Sep. 24th, 2006 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordinistaNot much to update, really. I've posted a new chapter of Universal Truths over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
original_niamh, and I'm currently contemplating a cup of tea and a slice of one of the breads I made this weekend (orange-cinnamon bread w/raisins and pecans OR Italian lemon ricotta bread w/ golden raisins and walnuts).
Last week was... relatively eventful. Had a nice mother/daughter day with Mom, during which we brought Zoe and Darwin to the groomer, dropped them off, and then went and grabbed a light breakfast and went off to the open-air mall. I got a wine rack at World Market, and a bottle of Vampire pinot noir (want to go back and get a bottle of the merlot), and a box of PG Tips, which I'd been missing sorely. That's such an awesome store to just wander around and get lost in. And they've got a great wine selection. I need to go back and get a bottle of Marilyn Merlot, too -- I had two bottles for the longest time, and drank one on my 30th birthday, and the other we opened on the honeymoon. (We never opened the Perrier Jouer on the honeymoon, and I'm starting to wonder if we'll EVER open it, because whenever there's a special occasion, it's like, "Is this worthy of a bottle of Perrier Jouer? I don't think so...")
However, now that I think about it, there may be an event that will necessitate the opening of such a bottle. We'll see. More on that in a little bit.
After World Market, we wandered around a bit -- I got my watch battery replaced (and while we were at the jewelry store doing that, I found a pair of earrings that I was drooling over-- come to find out there were $968. Mom's response? "You've got good taste, girl.") and then we meandered over to a place called "Wine Styles," which is a local wine shop (kind of out of place in The Avenues, which is mostly established chain stores). Mom got a bottle of... something, and I picked up another pinot noir (which claimed to have notes of root beer, so I felt compelled to get it, just to see for myself).
Anyway, we started talking to the owner and... well. Suffice to say the tea-shop idea has never really left my mind. If all goes according to plan, I will be signing a lease in April and opening next October. Key words, of course, being "IF all goes according to plan." Big if. But... that would be an event that would call for a bottle of very good champagne. So I'll be saving the bottle of PJ (which I seem hopelessly destined to misspell, and right now I'm feeling too lazy to double-check my spelling). So. We'll see what happens there. I'm both terrified and excited, but more excited than terrified, which I take as a good sign.
The week went quickly, leading up to Friday, which was HELL. OMG. HELL. I got up at 7:30, and I quite literally did not stop until 7:00 that night. Ran around ALL DAY. UGH.
Yesterday was nice and lazy -- I got through about 2/3's of The 'Cane Mutiny, a book on the history of the Miami Hurricanes, and... did not much else. Today we had to go to a baptism, which was nice, even if the church was one of those churches where everything is new, hip, and happenin. I don't like hip churches. They make me uncomfortable. I mean, the pastor was nice and all, but there were no hymns --just praise music. And the lyrics flashed across this huge screen in front like karaoke. Tora and I sat in the back. Me? I'm from the old school, with organs and proper choirs and ... well. Not bongos and tambourines and jazzy electric keyboards. Granted, if that's your thing, cool. But it's so very not my thing.
original_niamh, and I'm currently contemplating a cup of tea and a slice of one of the breads I made this weekend (orange-cinnamon bread w/raisins and pecans OR Italian lemon ricotta bread w/ golden raisins and walnuts).Last week was... relatively eventful. Had a nice mother/daughter day with Mom, during which we brought Zoe and Darwin to the groomer, dropped them off, and then went and grabbed a light breakfast and went off to the open-air mall. I got a wine rack at World Market, and a bottle of Vampire pinot noir (want to go back and get a bottle of the merlot), and a box of PG Tips, which I'd been missing sorely. That's such an awesome store to just wander around and get lost in. And they've got a great wine selection. I need to go back and get a bottle of Marilyn Merlot, too -- I had two bottles for the longest time, and drank one on my 30th birthday, and the other we opened on the honeymoon. (We never opened the Perrier Jouer on the honeymoon, and I'm starting to wonder if we'll EVER open it, because whenever there's a special occasion, it's like, "Is this worthy of a bottle of Perrier Jouer? I don't think so...")
However, now that I think about it, there may be an event that will necessitate the opening of such a bottle. We'll see. More on that in a little bit.
After World Market, we wandered around a bit -- I got my watch battery replaced (and while we were at the jewelry store doing that, I found a pair of earrings that I was drooling over-- come to find out there were $968. Mom's response? "You've got good taste, girl.") and then we meandered over to a place called "Wine Styles," which is a local wine shop (kind of out of place in The Avenues, which is mostly established chain stores). Mom got a bottle of... something, and I picked up another pinot noir (which claimed to have notes of root beer, so I felt compelled to get it, just to see for myself).
Anyway, we started talking to the owner and... well. Suffice to say the tea-shop idea has never really left my mind. If all goes according to plan, I will be signing a lease in April and opening next October. Key words, of course, being "IF all goes according to plan." Big if. But... that would be an event that would call for a bottle of very good champagne. So I'll be saving the bottle of PJ (which I seem hopelessly destined to misspell, and right now I'm feeling too lazy to double-check my spelling). So. We'll see what happens there. I'm both terrified and excited, but more excited than terrified, which I take as a good sign.
The week went quickly, leading up to Friday, which was HELL. OMG. HELL. I got up at 7:30, and I quite literally did not stop until 7:00 that night. Ran around ALL DAY. UGH.
Yesterday was nice and lazy -- I got through about 2/3's of The 'Cane Mutiny, a book on the history of the Miami Hurricanes, and... did not much else. Today we had to go to a baptism, which was nice, even if the church was one of those churches where everything is new, hip, and happenin. I don't like hip churches. They make me uncomfortable. I mean, the pastor was nice and all, but there were no hymns --just praise music. And the lyrics flashed across this huge screen in front like karaoke. Tora and I sat in the back. Me? I'm from the old school, with organs and proper choirs and ... well. Not bongos and tambourines and jazzy electric keyboards. Granted, if that's your thing, cool. But it's so very not my thing.
