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rebeccmeisterSo, about that regatta on Saturday. On Thursday night we got word that the regatta had been canceled: rainfall south of here sent the relevant stretch of the Housatonic River into flood stage, and the organizers concluded it would be unsafe for anyone to be out on the river under those conditions.
These weather patterns in this part of the country sure have been interesting. We haven't gotten any head-on pummelings recently right in the Capital District, but it's clear that it will only be a matter of time before Mother Nature delivers a direct hit.
There have been some major silver linings to the cancellation. First off, the rowing club took delivery of a brand-new quad on Friday night, so for Saturday morning practice we managed to convince Coach Y to let us rig it and take it out for a spin.
I had the honor and responsibility of bow seat in the quad.
To my great relief, nothing major happened, aside from a component on my rigger that worked loose while we were rowing.
After rowing and the requisite coffee with teammates, S and I rode over to the farmer's market in Troy, for our first official Coffeeneuring expedition of the 2023 season.
S augmented his mocha with a tasty double IPA, enjoyed after we finished trotting around the farmer's market. Next we stopped in at the hardware store for a couple of items, at which point I commented that the darkening skies suggested that the forecasted "Heavy Rain" was about to arrive within the next 15-20 minutes.
My prognosis was accurate: the skies started to open up just as we finished getting the bikes loaded up for the return ride home from Troy. By the time we got home, we were both thoroughly drenched. Thankfully, almost all of the goods from the market made it home unscathed; the 6 tomatoes that suffered a pummeling were swiftly eaten to put them out of their misery.
In the afternoon, not wishing to repeat the whole rigamarole of gearing up for an errandonee in heavy rain, I walked over to the local conventional grocery store instead. Walking home with a backpack and grocery bags slung over both shoulders reminded me of the 3-mile grocery circuit I used to do way back in college.
Dinner was mostly leftovers, but with a final course of homegrown figs, stuffed with goat cheese, roasted, and then drizzled with honey.
I did not get any photos of them post-roasting. They, um, were too delicious and needed to be eaten immediately.
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Today has involved cooking projects and housekeepery. Mostly the cooking has been pancakes for the week, plus a pot of beans, plus preparing pizza dough to make pumpkin pizza with goat cheese, walnuts, apples, and crispy sage.
For the sake of housekeepery, I would like to report that, among other projects, I mopped the kitchen floor today. I tried to make it a quick mopping. It desperately needed to be mopped.
I also managed to get my act together enough to tackle a small pile of mending, and to go through about 6 months' worth of accumulated mail and receipts and get everything filed away.
Clearing the backlog makes me feel a tremendous sense of relief. Also a sense of, "What more important thing am I forgetting to do?"
Whatever it is, I am sure it will make itself known tomorrow morning, or in the middle of the night while I am trying to sleep.
These weather patterns in this part of the country sure have been interesting. We haven't gotten any head-on pummelings recently right in the Capital District, but it's clear that it will only be a matter of time before Mother Nature delivers a direct hit.
There have been some major silver linings to the cancellation. First off, the rowing club took delivery of a brand-new quad on Friday night, so for Saturday morning practice we managed to convince Coach Y to let us rig it and take it out for a spin.
I had the honor and responsibility of bow seat in the quad.
To my great relief, nothing major happened, aside from a component on my rigger that worked loose while we were rowing.
After rowing and the requisite coffee with teammates, S and I rode over to the farmer's market in Troy, for our first official Coffeeneuring expedition of the 2023 season.
S augmented his mocha with a tasty double IPA, enjoyed after we finished trotting around the farmer's market. Next we stopped in at the hardware store for a couple of items, at which point I commented that the darkening skies suggested that the forecasted "Heavy Rain" was about to arrive within the next 15-20 minutes.
My prognosis was accurate: the skies started to open up just as we finished getting the bikes loaded up for the return ride home from Troy. By the time we got home, we were both thoroughly drenched. Thankfully, almost all of the goods from the market made it home unscathed; the 6 tomatoes that suffered a pummeling were swiftly eaten to put them out of their misery.
In the afternoon, not wishing to repeat the whole rigamarole of gearing up for an errandonee in heavy rain, I walked over to the local conventional grocery store instead. Walking home with a backpack and grocery bags slung over both shoulders reminded me of the 3-mile grocery circuit I used to do way back in college.
Dinner was mostly leftovers, but with a final course of homegrown figs, stuffed with goat cheese, roasted, and then drizzled with honey.
I did not get any photos of them post-roasting. They, um, were too delicious and needed to be eaten immediately.
--
Today has involved cooking projects and housekeepery. Mostly the cooking has been pancakes for the week, plus a pot of beans, plus preparing pizza dough to make pumpkin pizza with goat cheese, walnuts, apples, and crispy sage.
For the sake of housekeepery, I would like to report that, among other projects, I mopped the kitchen floor today. I tried to make it a quick mopping. It desperately needed to be mopped.
I also managed to get my act together enough to tackle a small pile of mending, and to go through about 6 months' worth of accumulated mail and receipts and get everything filed away.
Clearing the backlog makes me feel a tremendous sense of relief. Also a sense of, "What more important thing am I forgetting to do?"
Whatever it is, I am sure it will make itself known tomorrow morning, or in the middle of the night while I am trying to sleep.
