This past weekend was the second weekend of April: Husband and I traditionally spend this weekend at The Gosby House in Pacific Grove. We’ve been doing it for years (to celebrate our anniversary) and if I weren’t so lazy, I’d give you the link for last year’s post. The little town of Pacific Grove has a celebration on this weekend they call, “The Good Old Days.” We’ve done our best to avoid it after the year we were thrust from a sound sleep around 5am by the clanging of metal poles as dozens of vendors started setting up in the street right outside our room for the street fair. We failed to avoid it this year but we have started staying in a room at the back of the house and away from the noise.
The vendors this year weren’t anything to blog about – the last time we failed to avoid the weekend, I found a wonderful little Tibetan jacket for Sophie’s birthday and a great cotton sweater for myself. This year, not so much. And it rained on Sunday. Rained as in Biblical proportions rain, particularly Saturday night. But, gratefully we managed a dry, if cloudy and windy, day at Big Sur and Cafe Kevah and The Phoenix then Carmel on Saturday. Our Friday night dinner at the venerable Joe Rombi’s was excellent. The menu has not changed in 20 years, but since we eat there only once a year, we don’t mind as the lasagna (Husband) and eggplant parmesan (moi) are always delicious. And the strawberry shortcake this year shared the spotlight with Meyer lemon cake. We shared dessert and Joe told me he just sprinkles the strawberries with a little powdered sugar and tosses them before plating. I’ve always wondered what that wonderful glaze was…….duh. Can’t wait to try it myself. The busboy this year was the son of one of the original waiters – adorable kid and we congratulated the waiter on his success – which he dutifully attributed to his wife.
I confess to being more than a little irritable and cranky. It’s so darn hard for me to just do nothing that I get even testier than usual. Sorry Husband. He must have forgiven me for he made reservations next year – the weekend BEFORE the street fair.
We went to see The Wizard of Oz on the big screen on Saturday night. I had not seen it that I recalled anywhere but television. It was fun and I do think I might have the entire movie dialog memorized. The flying monkeys were not as scary as I thought they might be in such a larger size, but the Witch was!
Back to work tomorrow. I hope I manage to retain at least some of what I hope I learned last week at work. I found some wonderful pieces for my office wall: blocks of wood used to stamp fabric designs from India. I bought 8 of them and now will dither over how to arrange them and on which wall of my office. They are all unique and I hope will be interesting.
Another year. I must speak to the person who has clearly put my life on fast forward!
