Musings

Xinomavro is a Greek wine grape, similar, the web says, to bordeaux or barolo. (Can you tell we ate tonight at a Greek restaurant? Great fun!)

Nice assortment of grocs, and a sandwich counter. One employee, no evidence of customers. Sign said local produce. I saw two avocados, and thought local, um, has a flexible meaning. Perhaps?

Is it cruelty to put two dozen or so archaeologists in a windowless room on a gorgeous day for most of the afternoon? The saddest thing: we didn’t use the AV equipment (which is what needed the lack of light) at all.

The wind’s a-flurry and the TV meteorologists are showing maps with electric green and yellow and orange, and there’s talk of hail north and west of us. Hopefully, it’ll stay in someone else’s back yard, and not shred our azaleas—which are abloom in round two for this summer.

I am trying a new weed control system. It took us a while to obtain the raw materials.

At least two ways to take that title, if you know that JCB recently found those nuts in the bottom of a box that was squirreled away in a closet somewhere in this house.

Several days ago I thought I noticed that Google was giving me quite different results when I searched for journal article titles. Today’s online wanderings confirmed it. I’m guessing JSTOR and others wrangled this? Or maybe there’s a transitional phase at the moment, with few pages returned? G-Scholar is effectively eviscerated.

Oddly rainy day, like early spring, cool and…unexpected.

I’ve been reading about versions of slaw made with shredded brussels sprouts. So, I’m trying it tonight. Still trying to figure out the dressing part, but I’ve completed the shredding!

I’m discombobulated. Morning low in the upper 50°F’s.

And, still, the weeds mock me from the “vegetable garden” plot. Note to self: leave coffee and attack weeds. Tomorrow.