Starting with this Thanksgiving, we will have people sign their napkins, then I will embroider over them.
Ideally, over the years, they will have many memories of shared meals.
I think it’s also nice that I’m embroidering on napkins that my Aunt Carol embroidered.
Spam texts seem to come in waves, and there have been a tsunami lately. Four alone between 9:00 and 12:30. It’s not even election season!
I always wonder if they slow down because internet people get good at fending them off, or if spam texters are just subject to the normal forces of supply and demand.
We’ve got a nice group of young square dancers in lessons, young enough to be in college productions. Orion was one of the monster/puppeteers in this production, that the director sums up as “It’s a sword-and-sorcery story of sisterhood, grief, and resilience—plus monsters.” Matt was all in because of the D&D. I thought it sounded interesting too.
We inadvertently attended on an informal friends and family night, and the crowd was enthusiastic, clapping after nearly every scene. The performers carried out their roles ably, and Matt and I had a good discussion on the way home.
Will this be the last entry? Stay tuned.
I really enjoy that scroll one. It’s simple repeated movements that come together into something cool. (Which is a nice summation of Zentangle, in general.)
When looking at these close up, it’s easier to see that I’m not really a fan of filling in spaces. I get distracted and the pen goes outside the lines as in the stairstep one, or I don’t completely fill up the black space, like the one on the right.
It’s not so visible in real-size though.
When in doubt, use tipple! That’s the tiny circles on the top on this one.
It reminds me of that Mr. Rogers (I think) segment where they filled the jar with marbles and then sand and then water to show that when you think something is full, it’s not. (Quick googling to see if I could find the segment has told me that this has become a priority metaphor. Which, fine.)
Friend Danielle gifted me a membership to Third Rail Repertory Theatre. It’s part of their Rail it Forward program where during the third year of your membership, you can gift someone a membership. Kind of genius, as it gets people in.
So far, I’ve gone to a Sunday Salon, which happen on Sunday mornings at 10, and is a reading of a play with a talkback. They also have National Theater Live performances, and then full productions. Recent tragic events was the first full production I attended.
As noted by the 20 in the logo, this is Third Rail’s 20th anniversary. This play was one from their first season, and it was interesting to see it in the mid 2020s, but for different reasons than it would have been in 2005: It takes place on 9/11.
It’s basically the worst first date, but with much hilarity underscoring the horror of the moment. It’s for sure a play for Joyce Carol Oates fans to see, as she is much appreciated. (And might make an appearance.)
Altogether, my first full production at Third Rail has me wanting more.
Plus, this is the most genius theater survey document I’ve ever seen. You tear the squares that apply to you! No writing utensils required.
We journeyed to Beaverton for my prix fixe birthday dinner. Don’s Favorite Foods did not disappoint.
It’s a very small space (6 tables?), with an open kitchen, and Don brings out most of the courses himself. The space is also done up like a 70s Long Island Basement with wood paneling and very familiar decorations (at least if you were born in the 70s).
Don sets a menus for the month, and offers a regular and vegetarian version. We ordered both menus and traded halfway through. This is a picture of the glazed pork belly with radicchio and apples (Matt) and the roasted cauliflower with currents, capers, and saffron. That was our first course after the antipasti, which included a sesame popover (so good!)
We also had linguine and clams (lemon) (clams are Don’s favorite things, according to our menu); roasted beef ribeye, salsa verde, braised potato (Kabocha squash risotto, red onion agrodolce, and roasted radicchio); Meyer lemon granita for a palette cleanser; and then chocolate olive oil cake with ricotta and candied orange for dessert.
I wouldn’t mind going back.
A thing you will need to know: Kelly’s birthday is August 6
This handsome fella arrived on November 6, all the way from South Africa!
Friend Kelly visited Botswana and South Africa. She sent her hello from the first place she found postcards: the airport in Gaborone. Her next quest was to find stamps and a mailbox, which she said would be in Cape Town.
Where has this postcard been for so many months?
Perhaps it’s because she put the stamp on upside down?
I can’t read the postmark other than the year.
Kelly had a great time in Botswana and South Africa. By the time I got the postcard, I had seen all her pictures.
The Kenton Library employees make me laugh.
It’s coming along.
