A wild storm blew through here on Sunday. We had been out till 5am; a friend's final evening of debauchery before hitting the road to CA. He now knows about this blog, so I'll hold the disparaging comments on why anyone would want to leave this city. Sunday's storm was the kind that makes you want to sit in one place and wait to feel electrics in the air...as if the slightest good-willed charge could suddenly clear your head and leave you rarefied..


I could have stayed in my chair all day but then I'd have missed the ridiculous grass-fed lamb my mom had butchered up in my honor. Lamb is my favorite thing in the world. These cubes were skewered and grilled with figs. It was pretty much the best thing I've ever eaten.


She made a blackberry pie for dessert. We picked up soap. We looked again at her tomato plants which are now about 5.5 feet tall and dripping with green tomatoes. We have plans for canning, salsa, pickled green tomatoes...any other ideas?


28 today and I'm not sure how I feel. I think I will go record shopping. Thank you for all your nice comments and birthday wishes! I'm probably going to milk it a bit longer so please bear with me...