Prickly Pear Bloom

Taken by The Husband

There was ice skating this weekend. I haven’t ice skated since college, so let’s say that’s oh, right about 8 or 9 years. The Husband, however, is a mighty fine skater, which was news to me. He owns a pair of hockey skates, although has never been a hockey player, and he skated circles around me. But as usual, I caught on a bit, and when I finally felt a semblance of comfort on the ice my feet were so sore and cold that we had to leave. That’s how it works.

There were also lemon poppy seed almond scones, with black currant jam. And chili that was nuclear-spicy. And 4 year old beer that turned out to be much stronger than I’d anticipated. And illustrations of coffee related things. And movies, the luxury of 3 whole movies.

The Husband spent a couple of hours beneath the kitchen sink replacing the faucet, which before this event had a slight problem determining which was hot and which was cold. We would have it turned all the way to hot when it would finally catch on that, Hey! We want hot water! Bingo, you got it! And then it would be lava hot, and would burn our dishwashing hands and we would yell and swear and turn it down bit by bit until it would be the right temperature, finally.

Of course, when he got ready to hook up the water supply, we realized that we had apparently left the new supply hoses in the shopping cart at Home Depot, since we forgot they were there in our attempt to be all earth friendly and not use a new bag.

Whew, what a weekend.