We'll return to Italy in a couple of days. I've almost finished with the whole write up so I can post a little every day for a while to complete the trip.
It was a good weekend. The weather was G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S! It's amazing how much better I feel when it's sunny and 63 with a cool breeze blowing. It's perfect Miata weather, and I drove every where, always taking the long way around. The reality for most women with a convertible is that we all kind of look like Bridget Jones when the the car comes to a stop--dry, tangled hair is every where and the face is dry and chaffed--but it's not quite that bad for me, luckily, so I love it. The only downfall is that neither the CD nor the tape player work in the Miata so I have to listen to (gasp!) the radio. Not good.
The "Born to Be Wild" hubby went for a ride on his motorcycle, ending up at the motorcycle shop to hang out with the other Wild Ones. Before he left, he said that when he got back we could do something together. So our conversation went
Me: Great! Where do you wanna go?
Hubby: I don't know. No where you wanna go, so where do you wanna go?
Me: No where you wanna go, so what do we do?
Hubby: We need to find a motorcycle shop with a yarn store next door.
So we went to the bookstore--something for everyone!
Sunday, Al went to a dirt bike school and found a whole new favorite activity. I see another motorcycle in our future. I knew he was going to love riding off road. Hopefully, he'll wait until we find out how much it's going to cost to keep our basement water-free before he seriously thinks about buying something else to put in the garage.
I, on the other hand, did my good deeds by helping out at a membership class at the church, attended the second service, and helped prepare craft kits for an Advent event (we set up tables for kids to do craft projects) in December. The sermon today was one of those that makes me think and evaluate my life. God, I hate that.
But the best, the very best thing about the weekend is that we had pancakes for dinner Sunday night. We're adults, we can do that. And here's a little tip for ya. Hershey's has put out Cinnamon Chips--like chocolate chips but smaller and made of cinnnnnnnnnnomon.
And they are really good in pancakes. But sprinkle them on top of the batter in the pan instead of in the bowl of batter. They just hold up better, and you can control spacing them apart so you get a little cinnamon all over instead of a blob in one spot.
You can also get cinnamon chips from the King Arthur flour website, one my favorite websites ever to just browse and daydream. I think I'm going to make some oatmeal cookies with these chips. And maybe sugar cookies. And maybe in some apple muffins. The possibilities!
Oh, and I watched the latest Dr. Who, which I had recorded because Al isn't the Dr. Who fan I am, or the David Tennant fan, for that matter. And with him riding in the dirt, I could watch it in peace. This episode scared me to death! Lordy! Wheeping Angel statues that come to life when you blink. And they have pointy fangs and reach out for you and every time you look away and look back they are closer to you. It was great! It was the kind of scary like that little boy in the gas mask episode when Christopher Eccelston was the doctor--Are you my mommy? *shudder*
OK, so if you're not a Dr. Who fan either, you'll have no idea what I was just talking about, but if you get a chance to see the "Blink" episode, watch it because it was really cool.
Back to Italy next time. Rambling with pictures.