I was here
the weekend before Thanksgiving to visit my Grandfather. I can say a lot about the place who's most famous person is some guy who's really good at Warcraft. It had its own charm, but I think I could spend years in open fields scattered with the occasional country home.
My sister was disappointed because mushroom season is over, though I think we should go back up during maitake season, because it's such perfect conditions.( adventures in DixCollapse )gallery
On the way back I insisted that we stopped at a small-town diner. So we stopped at place called Pete's Restaurant, and on top of having fantastic food, it was pseudo-Greek, so I bought my mom a gyros and I had a reuben. I spent most of my time playing Phoenix Wright
and reading Twilight
(I got about halfway through the book before I decided that I had to put it down. My only drive was reading more about Jacob, and that's partially Greenie's fault. :|). I got a little personally studying in going through a few of my herbal books. Unfortunately I couldn't put that into practice because of the weather.
We visited a winery, where I had a one-hundred percent merlot. They had a few I wasn't very familiar with, a chambourcin, specifically. They were out of cabernet, which was disappointing—but I found that was rather fond of the merlot, even though I'm not the type to like merlot. They were reasonably priced, so we got a bottle, and went outside to see the vines. I spent the rest of the night sleeping on a rapidly deflating air mattress and watching reruns of How the Earth Was Formed
And now I'm back at work. And it's close to Christmas! And somehow, I've managed to get one weekend day off each week until the end of the month and Laura is making a Turducken on the nineteenth. I feel like I've lucked out.
Also I need to dump my stash in dearest. I've been accumulating too long.