Leigh and I tend to spend our weekends getting things done around the house: cleaning, gardening, errands, cooking, etc. But somehow this weekend turned into a BIG weekend of doing other stuff.
Saturday was Anchorage Pride, so there was a parade and a festival from noonish until early evening. We definitely wanted to go to that. We wanted to check out our neighborhood farmers market on Saturday too. Also, Leigh bought a Groupon for half off tickets to a comedy improv show. The deal was about to expire, so we had to go to the show on Saturday evening.
So Saturday morning we got up, walked the dog (to get out some initial energy before taking her in public) and went in search of breakfast... only to find that our neighborhood bagel place became a Tibetan place overnight. WTF??? So no breakfast there. The adjacent coffee shops were absolutely teeming with people, so no breakfast there either. We finally settled on Chinese dumpling style pastries and homemade bubble teas at nearby Charlie's Bakery.Then we went to the market, but left Cannelle in the car to avoid any puppy carnage.
The market had no produce. None. Not a single damn zucchini. I know we had a hard winter and a late spring and my plants are just now showing signs of life, but seriously farmers?!?! How are we supposed to enjoy summer without some decent (non-Fred Meyer's) produce? Ugh. The stop was salvaged with a cup of French press coffee and some homemade dog treats from Beetniks' Coffee of Wassilla (so far the only thing about Wassilla that makes me inclined to drive out to the Valley).
With some time to kill, Leigh and I headed over to the Habitat ReStore. That place is one big project inspiration and made me wish I had more DIY skills. We found a 12-volt light fixture that will look really cool over our kitchen sink. I have no idea if we'll be able to install it ourselves, but it was only $5 and will look great if we can figure it out.
By this time it was 1pm and we were ready to face a festival of people with our crazy dog. We parked at Leigh's work garage and started walking, only to find that Cannelle had gone completely insane from a lack of time spent among people and other dogs. Knowing this is our fault for being bad puppy moms, we pushed through it, keeping her close to us and away from too tight of crowds, people's food, etc.
Cannelle said hello to a bunch of dogs, got the lay of the land and eventually calmed down. Leigh was hungry, so I settled down on the grass with Cannelle near the stage to listen to [really terrible] music while she looked for lunch. Leigh came back with a hamburger (for me, I guess) and a hot dog (for herself) and arms full of bottled water for all three of us. Meanwhile Cannelle was busy being doted on by a toddler and I was talking to the toddler's mom.
Behind me, Leigh decides the best way to settle in next to us is to first put down my hamburger and the drinks. At that moment, Cannelle's sixth sense of unguarded food kicked in, she barreled over me and, about 3 seconds later, devoured my hamburger! The ENTIRE hamburger! No amount of restraints or commands could stop her, and soon my $7 festival lunch was in my dog's stomach.
Cannelle was thus dubbed "The Hamburgler."
Eventually we all got something to eat and decided this festival was for the birds, just as Cannelle started to behave herself (of course). We walked back to the car and headed home after a long day. Cannelle went to bed early after her big day out. Around 7pm we used a groupon for a neat little Thai place just down from our neighborhood, then went downtown for the Scared Scriptless improve show. I didn't expect much from this little community theater group, but it was actually extremely funny and well done. One of the troupe members is even a former law clerk, so it was really cool to see a local attorney using his free time to do something like that. The show ended around 9:30 and Leigh and I dragged ourselves back home with the sun still high in the sky.
On Sunday morning I rolled over around 8:30 and went downstairs to check on Cannelle, who was still fast asleep (she usually has us up for a potty break and breakfast by 7 everyday!). Saturday must have completely worn her out because she was sleepy and snuggly all day long, as were Leigh and I. It took an act of God (meaning a sudden need for a hamburger) to get us out of the house and to the grocery store. We had a late lunch/early dinner grilling out on the back porch while fending off mosquitoes (I really need to find a trick to keep those nasty things from feeding on us!).
In all it was a great weekend for the whole family. Even Juneau Cat played in the yard and did some prenatal yoga with us on Sunday night before bed. The bad news is that the house is an utter mess, the garden hasn't been mowed or weeded, and we have no food prepared for the week, so these tasks will have to be done throughout the week. Oh well, Alaskan summers are made for long fun days and housework can wait till the long dark winters, right?
Saturday was Anchorage Pride, so there was a parade and a festival from noonish until early evening. We definitely wanted to go to that. We wanted to check out our neighborhood farmers market on Saturday too. Also, Leigh bought a Groupon for half off tickets to a comedy improv show. The deal was about to expire, so we had to go to the show on Saturday evening.
So Saturday morning we got up, walked the dog (to get out some initial energy before taking her in public) and went in search of breakfast... only to find that our neighborhood bagel place became a Tibetan place overnight. WTF??? So no breakfast there. The adjacent coffee shops were absolutely teeming with people, so no breakfast there either. We finally settled on Chinese dumpling style pastries and homemade bubble teas at nearby Charlie's Bakery.Then we went to the market, but left Cannelle in the car to avoid any puppy carnage.
The market had no produce. None. Not a single damn zucchini. I know we had a hard winter and a late spring and my plants are just now showing signs of life, but seriously farmers?!?! How are we supposed to enjoy summer without some decent (non-Fred Meyer's) produce? Ugh. The stop was salvaged with a cup of French press coffee and some homemade dog treats from Beetniks' Coffee of Wassilla (so far the only thing about Wassilla that makes me inclined to drive out to the Valley).
With some time to kill, Leigh and I headed over to the Habitat ReStore. That place is one big project inspiration and made me wish I had more DIY skills. We found a 12-volt light fixture that will look really cool over our kitchen sink. I have no idea if we'll be able to install it ourselves, but it was only $5 and will look great if we can figure it out.
By this time it was 1pm and we were ready to face a festival of people with our crazy dog. We parked at Leigh's work garage and started walking, only to find that Cannelle had gone completely insane from a lack of time spent among people and other dogs. Knowing this is our fault for being bad puppy moms, we pushed through it, keeping her close to us and away from too tight of crowds, people's food, etc.
Cannelle said hello to a bunch of dogs, got the lay of the land and eventually calmed down. Leigh was hungry, so I settled down on the grass with Cannelle near the stage to listen to [really terrible] music while she looked for lunch. Leigh came back with a hamburger (for me, I guess) and a hot dog (for herself) and arms full of bottled water for all three of us. Meanwhile Cannelle was busy being doted on by a toddler and I was talking to the toddler's mom.
Behind me, Leigh decides the best way to settle in next to us is to first put down my hamburger and the drinks. At that moment, Cannelle's sixth sense of unguarded food kicked in, she barreled over me and, about 3 seconds later, devoured my hamburger! The ENTIRE hamburger! No amount of restraints or commands could stop her, and soon my $7 festival lunch was in my dog's stomach.
Cannelle was thus dubbed "The Hamburgler."
Eventually we all got something to eat and decided this festival was for the birds, just as Cannelle started to behave herself (of course). We walked back to the car and headed home after a long day. Cannelle went to bed early after her big day out. Around 7pm we used a groupon for a neat little Thai place just down from our neighborhood, then went downtown for the Scared Scriptless improve show. I didn't expect much from this little community theater group, but it was actually extremely funny and well done. One of the troupe members is even a former law clerk, so it was really cool to see a local attorney using his free time to do something like that. The show ended around 9:30 and Leigh and I dragged ourselves back home with the sun still high in the sky.
On Sunday morning I rolled over around 8:30 and went downstairs to check on Cannelle, who was still fast asleep (she usually has us up for a potty break and breakfast by 7 everyday!). Saturday must have completely worn her out because she was sleepy and snuggly all day long, as were Leigh and I. It took an act of God (meaning a sudden need for a hamburger) to get us out of the house and to the grocery store. We had a late lunch/early dinner grilling out on the back porch while fending off mosquitoes (I really need to find a trick to keep those nasty things from feeding on us!).
In all it was a great weekend for the whole family. Even Juneau Cat played in the yard and did some prenatal yoga with us on Sunday night before bed. The bad news is that the house is an utter mess, the garden hasn't been mowed or weeded, and we have no food prepared for the week, so these tasks will have to be done throughout the week. Oh well, Alaskan summers are made for long fun days and housework can wait till the long dark winters, right?
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