I might’ve called last Thursday & Friday the official end to the holidays, and it felt kind of like a Monday coming to work on Thursday, but I could still say it was only sort of a work day. Plus there was a weekend after only 2 days. Today was much more of a real Monday, although campus is still pretty quiet until students come back the 21st.
We had a nice weekend for the first one of the year, and I hardly worked at all, only answered a few student emails and deleted useless emails back to Dec. 1. We watched a lot of TV, Mrs. Maisel, and City of Ember, a 10+ year-old movie, with a really young Saoirse Ronan, Bill Murray as the bad mayor, and Tim Robbins. And Martin Landau was still alive and in it. I got the book from the library and have it in my phone now.
We went to the Winter Farmers Market in its new location in the renovated Garver Feed Mill.
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- Looking towards the Ian’s Pizza
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- You can see Matt & Susan Smith’s backs here – Susan likes their location, right across from the bar
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- So Sconnie – you can have a beer or Bloody Mary and eat a slice of pizza while you do your Farmers market shopping – before noon
We bought spinach and micro greens and lettuce and had salad for dinner with leftover New Year’s Eve lasagna. Which was better re-heated. I was trying to use up ricotta and mascarpone, and the lasagna had more filling to less noodle than I usually do.
Winter salad with avocado and purple Daikon from my CSA storage share, and micro greens and spinach
I addressed my new years cards, and mailed them Saturday.
We sold my mother’s work island and were impressed with how easy it was for the family who came to buy it – a young woman a little older than my kids and her mom and dad – to lift it into their new-ish Toyota minivan where the seats all fold really flat. The garage is getting pretty empty.
Sunday morning we had French toast, made from ghosts of Christmas past. The French toast batter had whipped cream from the Christmas trifle (I made way too much for the four people we had for Christmas dinner, and Mark and I ate what we could of it New Years Day, but a good bit went down the disposal – that smelled like ghosts of Christmas), and most of the bread was Heike’s stollen. The slice with the sesame seeds is newer bread from Batch, stuffed with cream cheese and apricot jam solids that I strained out of the jam that went into the apricot jam cookies. And the potato puffs, made from Thanksgiving mashed potatoes and cheese, rolled in bread crumbs and frozen, were an appetizer I forgot to put out at the Cookie party. There’re still a few left in the freezer – maybe we’ll finish them for the Packer game this Sunday.
Breakfast on January 5th
Sunday afternoon, we rode out to the country with Jane & Jonathan to look at some adoptable cats. They were the motley kind that I like, but they were a bit too outdoor for us. I gave away more cookies and cleaned out containers – see overleaf.
Everything that can be done to not listen to the news too much. I didn’t march against the war Saturday, but I might listen in a a MoveOn mobilization phone call tomorrow.