Cocktails last night at Cleveland’s Velvet Tango Room, with Erin, her sisters, and husbands while children were at movie downtown. And snow today for a wintry end to 2019.
My brother-in-law convinced me to create an account with Untappd beer app to track the microbrews I drink. I am mistersugar there.
Family day in Cleveland’s University Circle and Little Italy. Walked through this Philip Johnson sculpture on CWRU campus, where I once chatted with the famous architect.
Emptied the truck at the dump, stopped for coffee and reading (Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson), got box of pastries at the co-op, walked through farmers market (carrots, Swiss chard, lamb stew meat, winter bouquet ), came home to cut cedar logs for grape trellis (spring project). Now watching Man City vs. Leicester City. Erin and Anna baking cookies with carols playing.
Erin found a single blue egg in the chicken coop this morning, the first from our eight hens.
Just read this Washington Post article that suggests culling the cords that collect at home. That’s what I did at work Friday, and here at home that night. Felt good.
Picking up a growler of Damascus Steel Stout from Craftboro Brewing Depot.
Stopped by Cliff’s Meat Market in Carrboro to get turkey necks, which are roasting in the oven now, soon to be immersed in water for slow cooking overnight, transforming into stock for Thanksgiving gravy.
I don’t spend as much time on the MB Discover tab as I should. There must be a way to look for microbloggers who are artists. I’m looking to hire an artist to illustrate a header image for my Zuiker Chronicles blog. I will be grateful for search tips and referrals.
Worked in the shed, up on the roof, and in the chicken coop. Now enjoying a fire.
I am once again a member of the North Carolina Peace Corps Association. (I served in the Republic of Vanuatu from 1997 to 1999.)
Cold, windy day here in Chapel Hill. I started the morning cleaning out the garden boxes, feeding the chickens, and walking the land.
Happy for my younger brother, who purchased his first home yesterday, in Austin. I’d like to get something fun, from a locally owned business, delivered to his place. Cookies, cake, tamales? Suggestions? @manton any friends I can support?
Deval Patrick is running for president. Makes me think back to how I serendipitously wandered into his victory celebration in Boston in 2006. Same day I talked about storyblogging with Ethan Zuckerman. I blogged about it.
Updated mistersugar.com for first time since 2015, to point to my current (and original) blog at zuiker.com.
More live music last night, this time the New Pornographers at Haw River Ballroom in Saxapahaw, NC.
Went to Cat’s Cradle with my daughter last night for The Dip, fun band from Seattle.
Is there a trick to taking an Overcast-generated podcast clip share and embedding it into my blog (either Textpattern or Micro.blog)?
Shed my week’s allotment of tears courtesy of the latest episode of This Is Us. (Had to reach over to the New Shorter Oxford English Dictionary to check spelling of allotment. Love that dictionary.)
My latest blog post is about the communications strategic plan I’m writing at work, and what’s inspired and informed the styles of communication that guide my work.
Thankful for the excellent Textile reference site. What’s Textile? It’s a markup language (like Markdown) for formatting text in a blog or a content management system.
The Hedychium ‘Daniel Weeks’ ginger lily purchased from Plant Delights Nursery and planted in front garden last year bloomed for first time this week, just in time to beat the first frost we expect tonight. Out back, we had fragrant white ginger, too.
Dinner party tonight with super cool friends, so I reached into the pantry for a jar of the cherry pie filling I put up this summer. Also got a load of gravel to fill the holes on the drive up to the house. And cleaned the leaves from front yard. I am ready to eat.
On the Little Mountain Falls Trail in Fairy Stone State Park, Virginia.
The goldenrod along our gravel lane makes me slow the drive up to the house and savor the moment.
