I had forgotten how much I loooooove cotton candy! We took Texas Bob out for birthday dinner at Ibiza, with Kirsten, and somehow our waiter found out it was a birthday dinner, and thus brought us the signature humongous martini glass piled high with fluffy pink cotton candy, topped with a sparkler. I've seen it happen so many times there, but never been at a receiving table.... Kirsten and I devoured the stuff. It really is heavenly. I don't think I've had it since high school, and that made it that much better. You wouldn't really want to eat it very often, I suppose.
Yesterday afternoon we attended our first baseball game (exhibition) of the season. It was a perfect day for it. We had to run through some rain at the beginning, but about halfway through they opened the roof and it was a perfect spring day. I sang along during the stretch--the stars at night, are big and bright (clap clap clap clap) deep in the heart of Texas--and all was well with the world, even though the Astros didn't win.
Today Mark started our first homebrew of the year. We'll have a perfectly-timed Maibock in a few weeks. I can hardly wait! The house still smells of boiling hops and whatever else goes into it. I spent a little time raking and weeding in the back flowerbed. I'm looking forward to appreciating the results tomorrow morning. It usually seems like kind of a letdown right after you finish, because you worked so hard and it doesn't look so different, but the next day is often a pleasant surprise. That's what I'm hoping for, anyhow.
I finished re-reading Maggie Now this afternoon. I really didn't remember it at all from the first time. I think I had it confused with A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Anyhow, it was super, and now I'm on to Around the Bend. Mark wonders why I'm on an old-book kick. Just seems like the thing to read right now, that's all. Cryptonomicon was FABULOUS but I'm not ready to dive into another multi-hundred pager just yet. I like these old stories about people. The lives they paint are so different from anything I would imagine, they might as well be science fiction.