Animal harmony continued to increase at home:
Greg and I attended a rainbarrel workshop, and came home with our very own rainbarrel; this lets us capture runoff rainwater from the roof and store it for watering the garden and flower beds. It removes some rainwater from the storm system, which is already overloaded, and it means that we don’t have to pay for water from the hose to keep the plants alive.
We also attended another Nats game on the same day, an evening game, which meant that we didn’t get home until 2am. I’m far too old for that, and we were exhausted for several days afterwards (but the game was great – it was the first time I’d ever seen the Nats win).
I bought a new, much more powerful camera, and spent a lot of time playing with it:
We joined a CSA this year – Community Supported Agriculture. We are members of Radical Roots Farm, in Keezletown, Virginia, and we paid them a chunk of money upfront throughout the winter, and then get big bushel baskets full of vegetables each Monday from June through October. In each basket is a huge pile of whatever is in season and ready to pick that week, and it’s been such an incredible challenge to find ways to use everything (such as the four foot long Chinese cabbage that would not die). It’s completely changed the way I cook, and is an absolutely fantastic way to explore new foods and new ideas. I don’t think either of us has ever eaten this healthily before. I meant to take pictures of the basket each week, and post something about what was in it and how we used it, but that didn’t happen. (See previous post about how nuts my summer was at work.) But here’s one example:
Some silly things: Greg was entranced by a water bottle with a personality.
During construction on the Pear Street – Erickson Avenue corridor, we found this exciting notion:
Yes, the Port-o-Potty is open for business. Thank goodness.
I spent a long weekend in San Diego with Nicole – we worked on her dissertation, we sat by her mom’s beautiful pool, we ate fabulous food.
My flight schedule on the way back was absolutely insane, but the tickets were cheap. I flew from San Diego to Denver, Denver to Kansas City, Kansas City to DC, DC to the Shenandoah Valley. It was a nutty 12 hours of traveling, but the pictures were worth it:
And that was June 2009.