This is all subject to change of course—it seems to frequently—but I’m going to try for Sunday as my weekly note day. A good handful of others seem to publish theirs on Sunday and seeing them all pop in through the day in my feed reader is pleasant. There’s a nice feeling associated with a casual collective effort.
I’m starting this week’s note an hour after publishing the last because last week felt like more of a blocker than anything.
But this week got better! We had a great walk with friends at the University of Idaho arboretum today. A got some good stroller on gravel time and expanded his social circle a bit.
Bonus: t-shirt walking weather! And I think some sun on my head.
The tulipa sylvestris are blooming out front. It’s known as the wild tulip, which I’m sure is true somewhere, but I’m more sure these were purchased in the non-wild and planted one day long before we moved in.
The actual definitely-not-wild tulips have been blooming for weeks, and even though they looked super sad in the snow, they made it through and appear happy again.
A has been exploring so many foods over the last several weeks. He’s not yet swallowing much, but definitely enjoying the experience.
The list includes yogurt, eggs, blueberries, strawberries, peanut butter, Parmesan cheese, mozzarella cheese, chicken sausage, English muffins, butter, cream cheese, steak, chicken, apples, and avocado.
And now that I’ve written the list, it’s probably grown by at least 4 foods.
From a note last June:
If you can guess why I had so much fun finding out that swede and rutabaga are synonyms, then we’ll both probably get a pretty good kick out of it.
Well, nobody guessed—we hadn’t told many people that A was on the way, but he was about the size of a rutabaga in June, and he’s give or take 37% Swedish, so I got a kick out of it.
The first season of Slow Horses is so absurdly good. There were several moments where I could almost start wondering if I had seen it before—its representation of scenes in the book was just so spot on. Very happy to have watched it and now inspired to pick up the second book in the series.
I started such a deep dive into Britpop this week. I’m at least 19 albums in, have just started 1995, and still haven’t figured out where to stop.
It’s interesting to listen to all of these in a row for the first time. It’s one thing to revisit and appreciate music 25-30 years later, but I’m not sure there’s a real way to put any of this into the context of that moment in time. How do you expose yourself to the music that came before and after and during while listening to this in any sort of critical way. You don’t? It’s just fun.
That may be why I enjoy something like Oasis a bit more now. I can listen to the album without the context of it being overplayed anywhere you existed.
I’ll probably write a larger blog post on this all when I’m done. For now, my happiest discovery is Suede’s Dog Man Star. And for such a rom-com sounding tune, it’s amazing how much of a foundation The La’s There She Goes seems to have been.
But also: 1994, yikes. What a time for music all around.
I read Rachel Cusk’s latest, Second Place, and it was enjoyable. I still can’t describe what I like about her books, but they’re extremely readable.
I also finished The House on the Borderland, a horror novel from 1906 and the second of the year in the public domain.
Now I’m on to Sally Rooney’s latest and Anne Applebaum’s Red Famine. The list of to-reads keeps growing faster than the list of reads. And I’m starting to figure out how I want to move it all here from Goodreads.
The windows are open, the quails are clicking, and I’m going to see about having a beer outside for the first time this year. 🤞🏻🍻