Assorted lunchtime ramblings

Hola, lovers.

I am enjoying a fabulous meal at the moment, consisting of roasted butternut squash with sage and delicious Chinese egg noodles with a bit of sesame oil. Patrick made both, and I am wallowing in how lucky I am with each bite.

The man-treasure himself is presently off warming up in preparation for a concert he's playing tonight. He is part of the Tacoma Symphony contingent backing up the band Chicago, and he looks simply luscious. Concert-wear for musicians, how I heart you. Nothing beats a tall, handsome man in a tux. Even if said man has misplaced his black cufflinks and is instead forced to wear weirdly LSD-inspired looking multicolored ones. We were praying no one would notice, but then half a dozen people at his office did, so we've given up on that.

Lest you lot think this post is merely composed of bragging, allow me to irritably inform you that the ladder we were supposed to receive in order to clean out the gutters either Sunday or Monday has still not arrived. The gutters therefore remain weedy, which does not fill me with glee. One would think that facilitating someone else doing your job would inspire said ladder-loaner to deliver, but such does not appear to be the case. Possibly because his house is not the one with a small garden growing next to the roof. I am not about to buy a ladder for a house I don't own, so I guess the vegetative sample will just have to carry on.

Oh! The spouse has texted me. What could it be? Surely it's some scintillating commentary on his bottomless love for me, or how he's pining in my absence....

"I hate fairs."

Agreed, husband mine, agreed. Along with normal hatred of fair food and atmosphere, carnies creep me the hell out. It's like an entire complex of used car salesmen. With corn dogs and fanny packs.

In other news, the cool weather has returned! It's 64.2F and overcast where I live, and I couldn't be more pleased. Well, maybe a little more if it rained. But I'm holding out hope for that. The pilfered maple continues to appear perky, so that's gratifying. My yanking and dirt manipulation skills are crazy good, yo.

I hope you are all having fabulous weeks, lovers.

Besos,
A

P.S. Robert, I am not commenting on your blog because I can't, actually. Every time I try to go there my browser freezes up. I'm not sure what is going on. I'm not ignoring you on purpose. Just FYI.