Gregory Alan Isakov @ Thalia Hall
“The Weatherman,” by Gregory Alan Isakov is a favorite album of mine. Tonight, Liz and I got to listen to him perform at Thalia Hall.
“The Weatherman,” by Gregory Alan Isakov is a favorite album of mine. Tonight, Liz and I got to listen to him perform at Thalia Hall.
Similar to what they did for our front yard, Liz came home with an assortment of things for us to plant along our new fence.
As a contrast to Bob’s computer schematics, Liz had her own map (of future backyard plans). I suspect there’s more in store for us in the back, now that we have a new fence back there.
With coffee in hand, Liz and I started off the day by going into the backyard and completing the final garden box. We began things in March, and what was supposed to be a weekend project has taken us… more like two months, versus two days.
Until now, I’ve been nervous about us finishing things in time. We’ve been working pretty hard recently (4 out of the last 5 days), and it feels like we’ve rushed right back into a period of busyness immediately after our vacation.
Me showing off a really large and really old garden stake that was buried in the ground. Presumably, the top half rusted away at some point. Who knows how long this has been here?
“When I grow up, I want to be a vet. Do you know why I want to be a vet? Because I like animals. I think they are cute. I hope I get a snake and a lizard and a horse.”
Did I mention that we encountered some brick during the course of our work?
We’re working with a company to handle the old fence removal and new fence installation. Though we’ve gotten more used to the idea of us doing most things ourselves… nearly everyone we’ve spoken with has recommended we hire someone to handle the actual fence installation.
I don’t know what Art is, but I know it when I see it.
I had The Pipsqueak (gin, genepy, basil, celery, lime, black pepper). Liz had the Josephine Baker (tangerine infused vodka, poppy flower liquor, tangerine, honey, burlesque bitters).
As a friend called it: the poor man’s Simon. I remember having this guy and spending a great deal of time playing with it. “Pocket Repeat” is the most creative name the engineer could come up with, I guess.
At the end of the night, the bride and groom walked down a corridor surrounded by all the wedding guests, holding large sparklers.
“Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.”
A big moving day, but Bob and Julie are officially in their new place. Lots of boxes, lots of things to arrange… but this is an exciting next chapter for them. Looking forward to visiting, and seeing the new place when everyone is all settled.