8 years later
May. 14th, 2012 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gerisullivanOn Friday, May 14, 2004, I handed over a down-payment only a few thousand dollars less than the full purchase price of Toad Hall 21 years earlier and closed on the Zeppelin Hangar and Toad Woods.
Today, I spent the afternoon at Toscanini's enjoying conversation and ice cream with several likely suspects from Improbable Research as a French documentary crew filmed us both collectively and individually. I heartily recommend Gus Rancatore's Pear Chardonnay Sorbet. If you like pears, anyway. From past experience, you can't go wrong with any of the flavors, though I must say that I had Grape Nut ice cream once (at Richardson's) and don't see any reason to compare the experience with the offerings of this supposed regional favorite at any other ice cream parlor, even if it was invented in Wolfville, Nova Scotia. (Written with a wave to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaffyr.)
The Zeppelin Hangar is considerably more filled than it was the day I moved in. Susan and Gavi are here for another week (yay!), Tillie and Jinx have taken up residency, and word has spread among the items at Brimfield that the Cardis (my Matrix) will hold most anything, making it easy for all sorts of things to follow me home. Eight years ago, it was the Wicker Awesome. Last week, 14 elephants and the feet of another fit in with room to spare. Okay, okay, 12 of the elephants are more literally elephant's heads and in the form of drawer pulls. The awkward 2-tier mahogany table I've used as an end table ever since the sofa arrived from Minnesota along with the rest of my belongings has been supplanted by an elephant cabinet. Each of its 12 drawers has an elephant-head drawer pull, there's an elephant on each end, and, yes, elephant feet on the bottom. The drawers hold a goodly amount of yarn. Win.
And so life continues. Long may it do likewise.
Today, I spent the afternoon at Toscanini's enjoying conversation and ice cream with several likely suspects from Improbable Research as a French documentary crew filmed us both collectively and individually. I heartily recommend Gus Rancatore's Pear Chardonnay Sorbet. If you like pears, anyway. From past experience, you can't go wrong with any of the flavors, though I must say that I had Grape Nut ice cream once (at Richardson's) and don't see any reason to compare the experience with the offerings of this supposed regional favorite at any other ice cream parlor, even if it was invented in Wolfville, Nova Scotia. (Written with a wave to
kaffyr.)The Zeppelin Hangar is considerably more filled than it was the day I moved in. Susan and Gavi are here for another week (yay!), Tillie and Jinx have taken up residency, and word has spread among the items at Brimfield that the Cardis (my Matrix) will hold most anything, making it easy for all sorts of things to follow me home. Eight years ago, it was the Wicker Awesome. Last week, 14 elephants and the feet of another fit in with room to spare. Okay, okay, 12 of the elephants are more literally elephant's heads and in the form of drawer pulls. The awkward 2-tier mahogany table I've used as an end table ever since the sofa arrived from Minnesota along with the rest of my belongings has been supplanted by an elephant cabinet. Each of its 12 drawers has an elephant-head drawer pull, there's an elephant on each end, and, yes, elephant feet on the bottom. The drawers hold a goodly amount of yarn. Win.
And so life continues. Long may it do likewise.
