I hope my readers had a good weekend. Sorry that I have been
so silent, but I have been pretty busy. Thursday evening Travalon and I took a
long boat ride out to the (apparently) nameless bay between Governor’s Island
and Maple Bluff, and yes I skipped a ukulele jam to be on the water. Music is a
high priority for me, but apparently boating is a higher one. Friday I worked
for a couple of hours in the morning, then Tiffy and I met for lunch on State
Street, and we ran into Toque McToque! Blast from the past! We went to the Early
Music Festival participants’ concert (or, as one guy called it, “Amateur Hour”),
where all the classes show off what they have been working on. Afterwards we
hung out on the Union Terrace, then we had dinner al fresco at Fresco, a rooftop restaurant with a magnificent view
of my church. We returned to the Early Music Festival for a concert of viol
music, including a relatively clear explanation of quarter comma mean tone
tuning by the harpsichord player. He did state that equal temperament is the
enemy of all music in that it makes everything a little bit out of tune, but my
regular readers already know my feelings on the evils of equal temperament.
Saturday morning Travalon and I met a bunch of people for
coffee, including Rich, Tiffy, and OK Cap, then Rich and Tiffy left to work out
so OK Cap, Travalon, and I wandered the sales of Maxwell Street Days. I bought
some new Hawaiian shirts and freeze-dried ice cream, something I have wanted to
try since someone brought some to my third-grade class and shared it with some
other kids… but not me. You know, it was pretty tasty, like a hard marshmallow
but creamy and Neapolitan flavored. Travalon and I went for a boat ride back
into the marsh, then I met Tiffy, Rich, and some other Slow Food people for
dinner at a pop-up restaurant. Really, it is only in existence for a week. We
had these amazing British-style peas, Peking duck, and berry shortbread for
dessert. It was all food the cook had gotten from the farmers’ market that
morning, and it was so good! Then Tiffy and I went to the final concert of the
Early Music Festival, pieces that were relevant to the writings of Cervantes,
since this year’s theme was Don Quixote.
Next year is “Journey to Lubeck,” and they promised lots of Buxtehude.
Excellent!
Yesterday Travalon and I wanted to go to a Beatles brunch at
a bar on the Square, but they only do it on Saturdays, so we went back to Plaka
and sat outside on their wonderful patio again. Then we met Tiffy and the
Daughter of Denni at Fete de Marquette to listen to a French/Hawaiian group. We
ate some junk there, and afterwards I thought maybe Travalon and I should canoe
to work it off, but instead we took our longest boat ride yet, to the shanties
in Middleton right by our health club. We saw lots of huge houses, and one
looked just like a castle! Plus we saw Bishop’s Bay, which is the part of the
lake that the Betty Lou Cruises never go back into. Now I feel like I have seen
the entirety of Lake Mendota from the water. Another thing off my bucket list,
besides freeze-dried ice cream. What a satisfying weekend!
Famous Hat
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