Fall in the city

I’ve been going through my half-written blog posts this week, and thought I’d clean house a little before we embark on Crazy Japanese Adventures Part 2. Because of that, there are a few things that may feel like they end mid-thought.  I’m… a bit scattered on a normal day, so sometimes it’s tough to pick up where I left off.

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Today was a lovely day. Full of sunshine (not really) and cellos.

As usual, I woke up hours before Jon and helped myself to a remake of yesterday’s breakfast: oatmeal with dried fruit, brown sugar, and maple bacon ice cream. Now if only I knew how to candy bacon bits to use as sprinkles, I’d never have to leave my house. Oh, wait.

At 11, I walked down to the market and picked up some *beautiful* candy-cane beets, a quince, and some purple kale. The beats were so beautiful – I’m so excited to do *something* with them.

Our post-market plans for the day included lunch at the chowda house, and a Tchaikovsky symphony in the afternoon. For some reason, I had it in my head that all russians are terrible composers. I was totally wrong. it’s all *modern* russians that are terrible composers. While the Tchaikovsky was really fantastic (it was really sweet. The first act reminded me of kids frolicking in the hills and their parents tucking them into bed at night. no, seriously.) – the second half of the show was just shy of terrrible. seriously. after the 3rd piece (non-tchaikovsky and composed in 1971) the old guy next to me leaned to his partner and said “what the hell!”. seriously. i feel like i was cheated out of an hour of my life. I can’t unhear that!!

Ahem.

Jon and i have such a fantastic life together. Pre-symphony, we gave away donuts to people in coffee shops, and I tried really hard to give a hobo jon’s latte. (it wasn’t very good. it tasted like dirt.)