The beets were getting ideas about bolting, so I harvested the lot of them yesterday. I grow Cylindra, a variety that is cylindrical rather than round. They can also get quite large without getting woody. I didn't weigh any of these, but that's a standard chef's knife laying next to them!
I've already cooked all of the greens and frozen them. Yay me! The beets themselves I will slowly use over the next couple of months. Happily, they do store well.
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I loved it! It was a semi-staged version of Ibsen's play with the orchestra playing Grieg's famous music plus selections from Alfred Schnittke and Robin Holloway. It was fascinating to hear the music in context with the play. The tattered scrim on the right was used to project shadowy figures and atmospheric images, especially during Holloway's extended tone poem about Peer's round the world adventures before he winds up back with the inexplicably faithful Solveig at the end. Solveig and the chorus sang in Norwegian instead of the usual German, a nice touch.
Peer is not a likeable person, quite the charmer but entirely lacking any moral compass. There's an interesting thread running through Isben's play that he has wasted the raw material of his life and is destined to be recycled. Uplifting if you view it in the karmic sense, though Solveig wasting her life waiting for him (and welcoming him back at the end!) is depressing.
Still, the performance was excellent. It was a last minute decision to go, and I'm so glad I did. Two more performances, tonight and tomorrow.
P.S. Just for an alternate point of view: calimac hated it.
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I took my bike over to the local bike shop to get the derailleur adjusted. He quoted me $15 over the phone, then $10 when he saw it ("It's clean," he said -- I guess because I haven't ridden it enough!). He said it would be done Thursday, then I got a call an hour later to pick it up today. When I did, the fellow who had worked on it asked if I like the handlebars the way they were. "They're kind of sad," he commented. He then spent 15 minutes adjusting them, including banging on a stuck part to free it, which I would never have had the guts to do. They're wonderful now!
They still only wanted to charge me $10, but I insisted they take $20. "Well, okay, for our pizza fund," they finally acquiesced. I don't think I'll ever buy anything at the shop since it's almost entirely geared to high-end racing bikes. But I'll gladly take my lowly Costco bike in for repairs again.
Reading them in wasn't too bad. I do enough work/play at the computer that I could change them in and out easily while doing other work. But there's only 100-125 of the Christmas etc. CDs. Doing the big section of main CDs will be more of an effort, not to mention needing a dedicated disk drive, but we have a plan.
Now what will we do with our lovely revolving CD shelves? No, no, not more bookshelves!
Most of them had driven into the neighborhood, but I don't mind that either. The first ones came about 5:20, and we turned lights out at 8:45. There were still kids on the nearby streets, but our neighbors had turned their lights out, so we weren't getting anymore visitors. That's okay, it gave us time to walk around and admire some displays before it was too late.
I've washed and hung out the towels and rags used when cleaning up from the party and now have a load of whites in the wash. When that's done, I'll run the dishwasher. I've nearly got packages ready to go to my niece and step-niece (book readers both -- how wonderful to buy for!). Mike has just returned from successfully selling some old electronics equipment at the California Radio Society flea market.
And it's just past 11:00! What might the rest of the day bring?
We've been spending a lot of time doing prep for it, more time than in recent years. We realized that it's largely because we haven't been doing much entertaining this year due to a variety of circumstances (traveling, conventions, other people's parties, recovery from all of the above, and uncongenial weather). As a result, we haven't been forcing ourselves to tidy the house & outdoor areas regularly, leaving us with rather a lot to do this time. There have been areas of the house from which I've been averting my eyes, always a bad sign. And only somewhat effective, because the messes are still low-level irritants making me feel dissatisfied and unhappy. So I'm not just cleaning for the party -- I'm cleaning to make myself feel better. Many areas indoors and out have now been tidied (though not my office, so far -- maybe tomorrow).
I finally planted the succulents I had accumulated. Some went in pots, some in the front garden. I don't know why, but I'd been resisting making a decision on where to put these plants. Sometimes I come home with plants, and *bam* into the ground they go. I'm trying to train myself to do that more of the time. But other times I dither, for weeks, months, or even years, while the poor things languish in their pots (I'm not great at taking care of plants in pots). I've had "Plant succulents" on my to do list since I acquired them all in April! I had even done a tentative distribution of them, then there they sat for over three months. Well, for better or worse, they got planted today! I have also renewed the mulch on the succulent bed in front and have resolved to keep the convolvulus and sweet peas from overrunning it next winter.
I've got a turkey ready to go on the smoker. We have chips, cheese, veggies, and a variety of beverages. Outdoor tables and chairs have been washed down. The house is mostly cleaned up. I think it's time to sit down with a good book. Thanks, athenais , for the Madeleine Robins recommendation; I'm enjoying it immensely.
Hope to see a bunch of you tomorrow!
These are different from other lentils. Tthey're, uh, not lenticular, for starters. More wedge-like, but irregular. When cooked up, they look like cute, little, miniature hominy. Tasty too. I heard about these first in a book by William Woys Weaver. I wish I could find out more about them (like, are they really Ethiopian?), but all I can find are links for Indian yellow lentils/dal or circle back to the people I got these seeds from in the first place.
Maybe next year I'll grow a few regular lentils, just for comparison.
Nonetheless, we have many leeks in the garden that must be eaten, grilled or otherwise. This will be a continuing theme. Lamb chops and leeks tomorrow, I think.