My attic study has a tiny window that looks out onto the roofs of the houses on our street. Our blogging buddy Kim mentioned liking the roofs in her neighborhood. I like the rooftops in mine too.
It snowed all day. Delightful, even for someone who doesn’t like snow. At least this time I didn’t have to drive in it.
Dean took a sunrise walk at Dyke Marsh in Alexandria this morning. He took an amazing photograph.
We’d planned on walking to the NIH wetlands/pond today because it was delightfully sunny with a high in the high 50s but I decided to take a more doable walk around the neighborhood on my own instead.
I am glad I did. I didn’t walk far, a few blocks and back, but I did it at my own pace and took some photos along the way.
I also ran into two neighbors and had brief, yet delightful, chats with both.
Getting out and seeing people make me happy so why do I dread it so?
Another delight was fireside Moscow mules made with my home-brewed ginger beer.
Very possibly other things delighted me today, but since I am writing this much later, I don’t remember much of the day except the beautiful sunset with a tree branch in front that I tried to photograph from my study window.
Here’s the same view with the background in focus.
I really thought I could keep up and write every day, or at least keep up the illusion that I was writing every day, but I was wrong. I am not even sure I noticed all the daily delights since last I wrote.
Here are some that I remember.
I baked Italian bread twice. Both times it was delicious and once again, I was shocked that putting together flour, water, yeast and a few other ingredients made such delightful loaves. Note that I also baked sourdough, naan and sandwich bread, but they are less new than the Italian recipes.
Two memorable cocktails were the October 9 Tom Collins* cocktails in our republican presidents Tom Collins glasses (a tongue-in-cheek gift from my friend Catherine who was not republican either) and our Liberal** cocktails the evening after we voted.
The Pumpkin Murder
Remember the Egg Man’s Cinderella pumpkin? We murdered it on October 11 and recorded the gruesome act. Andrew is still working on the stop-action film, but above are some stills from the production.
After that we cooked it and ended up with over 30 cups of pumpkin puree.
*The gin we used is an amber color, that’s why the drink isn’t clear
**We didn’t have the exact ingredients for the Liberal, cocktails, but made sure our cherries were held by blue mermaids.
As a way to get out of town and celebrate my retirement (and Dean’s 18-month-old promotion) we ventured to Washington, VA and splurged on dinner and a stay at The Inn at Little Washington. This included afternoon tea, dinner (and wine pairings), a night in a huge suite, and breakfast.
For dinner I had the vegetarian menu and Dean had the non-vegetarian menu. Everything was exquisitely delightful. Even Rupert dressed up for the occasion.
We took the long way home along Skyline Drive, purchasing a senior lifetime national park pass on the way in. I also saw my first of the year Dark-eyed Junco and Rupert took a hike on the Appalachian Trail.
Shadows, rainbows and clouds
Shadows of everyday objects that appear when the afternoon sun shines through the west-facing windows delight me. Any kind of rainbow delights me. Sometimes clouds delight me too.