|This guy is already another five inches taller. What's better than a Valentine red amaryllis in the perfect shade of turquoise pot?? A Valentine red amaryllis in the perfect shade of turquoise pot on clearance at Target for $3.88.|
|She's back! Two months early!|
|Last Friday, the Mediterranean Room at Longwood felt just like April: snappy chilly but pleasant, sorta humid but not gross. Perfection (at least in comparison to Philly in January).|
|I cannot believe I didn't think to look at the sign to note what these are.|
|So who gets to eat the lone pomegranate? How do they pick who gets to try it?|
|Remember that South American Powder Puff plant from two months ago? Here it is again.|
|It was dark and I was lazy so I just popped my flash, but look at how these things bloom: Those little raspberry things are the buds ...|
|... and they just sprout open to bloom into a powder puff. How cool is that?|
|Ron had off on Monday so we went into Philly since we literally sat around and did nothing the whole weekend, and it was so boring I wanted to claw my eyes out. Ron also had to work all day Saturday which meant he was comatose when he came home, so we made the best of Monday instead. I just finished The Goldfinch last week (so good I could weep thinking about it--download the Kindle version since it's much lighter weight, although flipping your way through all 751 pages is deeply satisfying) so I was really in the mood to go to the Art Museum ... but we (I?) just ended up shopping instead. Shameful. I scored such incredible stuff though that I'm saving it for its own post. We had lunch at Matyson near 19th and Market: I had the hanger steak salad (same as when I was here in June--couldn't help myself) and Ron had a burger. I knew this would be my only meal of the day so I thought What the hell? and ordered dessert too: coconut cream pie. Holy crap. I didn't realize how accustomed I was to the offensive garbage that the supermarkets call "pie" until I had REAL pie: actual custard, actual whipped cream, a macademia nut crust ... no regrets. Damn.|
|Naturally we visited Lesie. So many windows.|
|Williams-Sonoma chocolate croissants from Raleigh Katherine; see above re: the inferiority of supermarket pastry and how I'll never bother with such nonsense again. Again, holy crap/no regrets/damn.|
Ugh, so at least I made it through part of my backlog here. I have all these great ideas for posts I want to do (some of them a year old) and getting to them feels nearly impossible just because stuff is busy (multiple part time jobs, volunteer work, holding down the domestic fort, academic/professional work), but I also recently switched from PC --> Mac AND I'm forcing myself to switch from Picasa --> Lightroom and I seriously want to kill myself. It's like studying a foreign language for fifteen years and then, just for fun, an evil demon (Descartes? are you out there?) has erased two-thirds of my memory and then demanded I keep up in advanced conversation like normal. Like seriously, it took me and Ron an hour tonight to figure out how to get photos OFF my camera and onto the Mac ... and then we figured out that if I want to use Lightroom, the way I downloaded the photos is totally wrong. So we went back, figured it out a different way, and I did it all again and THEN tried using Lightroom because I refuse to download Picasa on the new computer ... and it was like trying to read Dante when all you've learned so far is the present tense. Pointless. Stupid. Impossible. Rage-inducing. So all of the photos here were edited on my PC (which BARELY works) on Picasa OR sloppily done with iPhoto's built in software because I somehow resisted downloading Picasa onto the Mac even though I wanted to SO BADLY.
I've spent EIGHT years using Picasa and the leap to Lightroom is kicking my ass. Very humbling and rough on the ego. I know if I download Picasa on the new computer, though, I will NEVER learn Lightroom and that's really lazy and stupid.
* le sigh *
Oh well. Bare with me--who knows how stuff is going to look around here for awhile.