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On Saturday Pinniped played a set up on Bainbridge Island, as the featured act at the Seabold Second Saturday Open Mic. It was a really fantastic evening -- Westrider's mom made a lovely dinner, and we had a really nice visit with both of them, someone I met through tumblr but hadn't met in person came out to the show, the open mic quality was quite good, and the acoustics in the little old schoolhouse were amazing.
We also had fun on the road-trip part, listening to the "Ma-" section of dad's 30 gig music collection because he hasn't figured out how to turn the shuffle setting on.
Sunday my folks headed down to Oregon. Without dad and lacking a firm decision on my lighting arrangements, there wasn't a whole lot I could do on the studio, and I was pretty tuckered out from the day before, so for the first time in a long time I had an actual weekend day. E and I went grocery shopping, and I dropped a lot of money at Fred's and Hong Phat (much of it for stuff that lasts and will be used multiple times), then he went off to have his day and I started pork/chicken stock (pork stew bones, chicken legs, onion, ginger), which simmered away on the stove like a big ol' vat of Fuck Vegetarianism. After a few hours of stock-simmering, I grabbed a few cups from the pot, whacked up 2 pounds of pork shoulder, and started dinner -- another long, slow cooked thing: Red Braised Pork, from one of Dunlop's cookbooks.
I basically kicked back and played Skyrim with occasional breaks to defoam the stock and stir the pork. It was fantastic.
Dinner was excellent (stir fried choy sum and shitake to compliment the very rich pork), and really astoundingly simple. We ate it watching City of Ember, which was rather more charming than I'd expected.
Monday (holiday) my brother came over and worked for me, removing the insulation from over the laundry room so it doesn't fall on my head when I tear out the wall and ceiling. He worked reasonably solidly for two hours, and got the job done -- that's huge for him. I spent the time cutting and fitting cardboard baffles, a job I'd been avoiding.
The rest of the day was Skyrim, delicious leftovers, and an optometry appointment.
I know this is all rather banal, but it was so nice to have a real weekend!
EDIT to add: The one bad thing about the last few days is that my possibly-stress-related uticaria -- the randomly appearing itchy rash on the back of my hands -- has been showing up more days than not for the past week. That hasn't happened in eight years or so, and it's really frustrating. It tends to appear at night, making it harder to relax and sleep, and inspiring me to take benedryl, which leaves me slow and groggy for work the next morning. So though I had an excellent weekend, I could use about eight more. Zzzzz.
We also had fun on the road-trip part, listening to the "Ma-" section of dad's 30 gig music collection because he hasn't figured out how to turn the shuffle setting on.
Sunday my folks headed down to Oregon. Without dad and lacking a firm decision on my lighting arrangements, there wasn't a whole lot I could do on the studio, and I was pretty tuckered out from the day before, so for the first time in a long time I had an actual weekend day. E and I went grocery shopping, and I dropped a lot of money at Fred's and Hong Phat (much of it for stuff that lasts and will be used multiple times), then he went off to have his day and I started pork/chicken stock (pork stew bones, chicken legs, onion, ginger), which simmered away on the stove like a big ol' vat of Fuck Vegetarianism. After a few hours of stock-simmering, I grabbed a few cups from the pot, whacked up 2 pounds of pork shoulder, and started dinner -- another long, slow cooked thing: Red Braised Pork, from one of Dunlop's cookbooks.
I basically kicked back and played Skyrim with occasional breaks to defoam the stock and stir the pork. It was fantastic.
Dinner was excellent (stir fried choy sum and shitake to compliment the very rich pork), and really astoundingly simple. We ate it watching City of Ember, which was rather more charming than I'd expected.
Monday (holiday) my brother came over and worked for me, removing the insulation from over the laundry room so it doesn't fall on my head when I tear out the wall and ceiling. He worked reasonably solidly for two hours, and got the job done -- that's huge for him. I spent the time cutting and fitting cardboard baffles, a job I'd been avoiding.
The rest of the day was Skyrim, delicious leftovers, and an optometry appointment.
I know this is all rather banal, but it was so nice to have a real weekend!
EDIT to add: The one bad thing about the last few days is that my possibly-stress-related uticaria -- the randomly appearing itchy rash on the back of my hands -- has been showing up more days than not for the past week. That hasn't happened in eight years or so, and it's really frustrating. It tends to appear at night, making it harder to relax and sleep, and inspiring me to take benedryl, which leaves me slow and groggy for work the next morning. So though I had an excellent weekend, I could use about eight more. Zzzzz.
