busy bee bits
i completely missed out on watching the emmy telecast in its entirety last night, which is kind of surprising for me. however, two of my favorite people--and two of the few reasons i turn on my tv in the first place--took home statuettes last night. as an aside, and to bastardize a beloved episode of cheers, those two people have never been in my kitchen. but i've actually been in one of their kitchens. and held their previous emmy. so, really, we're all winners.
instead of sitting at home watching said programming last night, i was enjoying a coffee beverage and the fine company of a dear friend who'd intimated a few days ago via email that i was of late a rather busy bee. she's right; last week went by in a flash, thanks mostly to a perfect balance of crafty home projects (still some painting left to do, and an ungodly mountain of laundry to negotiate) and a series of delightful social events, like a fancy-shmancy tasting menu dinner at the watergrill with one lovely gal pal, a foodie shindig with another, and an anniversary luncheon for a most deserving couple. toss in the cooking class wherein i mastered hollandaise sauce and souffles and i can easily say it's been a bang-up busy bee week.
this week should bring me to a stopping place in the great cleaning, purging, and reorganizing project of summer 2006, as well as on thursday i'll be winging my way northeastward ho to convene with the amazing laurie and her family. she is, incidentally, the reason i began this humble and largely unread blog in the first place; obviously i'm torn between hugging her in thanks or throwing her a right hook in blame. just kidding. it's all good. and, sooner than later, this week miss thing gets her darling boy back after loaning him to the midwest. hooray!
and, last, but not least: how fucking awesome is deadwood? with season one under my belt i am fully hooked on the show, and itching for netflix to get more discs in red envelopes in my mailbox. who knew i'd be into slitting throats, gun slinging, whiskey-soaked prospectors, and good-hearted whores so much?