Realm: Weekend
Sep. 14th, 2008 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
choco_frosh Geseah ic wuldres trēow,
wædum geweorðod wynnum scīnan,
gegyred mid golde; gimmas hæfdon
bewrigen weorðlīce wealdendes trēow.
One of the things Church of the Prevenient in Amoskeag lacks is a good cross. No really good crucifix; (one wood, modern, rather solemn Christ-in-Majesty over the pulpit); some plain gold (colored) ones, but nothing adorned with gems. Oh well, the service was ok: did a crux fidelis by Joao IV of Portugal (who knew seventeenth-century monarchs-in-exile wrote music?), though I kept wondering whether the bad version of the text was his fault, or the editor's. And managed to deal with the whole being-in-choir-while-looking-after-Peter thing, despite confusion due to first week at choir and the fact that it was raining. (And it's SOOO nice to be back in a competent and well-directed choir again!)
Afterwards, went off to local greek festival* for enormous lunch. I don't know how I'm going to have any appetite for dinner.
Interesting fact: medieval Christian tradition frequently held that the cross was made from the wood of a tree that had sprouted from Aaron's rod, which in turn was a sprig from the Tree of Life. So was it then an apple tree? And am I going to use this detail to segue back to what else we did this weekend?
Yep.
On Friday Grace had a day off, so we went apple picking (well, and shopping). In the rain. We went to Mac's, which is apparently a local institution on a scale similar to Bishop's, the great Pick-your-own empire near New Haven. So we now have two huge bags of apples; we decided to skip peaches. It seemed weird to pass up the chance to pick peaches, but we weren't in the mood to try to make jam again this year. Instead we went to the farm stand, watched people feed the ducks, sampled cider from some old variety I'd never heard of (Burgundy: produces a tart, almost punch-like flavor), and bought doughnuts. Having gotten all this done on Friday, we had time to go hiking on Saturday (no rain, not too hot, but incredibly muggy). So we went up North Peak of Mt. Uncanoonuc, which dominates the horizon here in Amoskeag, and which we will undoubtedly climb again with church youth groups (to whom we will NOT recount the likely origin of the name, lest they spend the whole hike snickering). Very short, very steep, a few good views off in various directions, including (I think) over to Monadnock. Peter seemed to enjoy the hike. He's been grouchy lately: we think he may be teething (again!)
Today it rained for a change. It let up this afternoon, and I cycled to Hannaford's, which is the sort of mid-crunchy supermarket in the area. This particular one was a bit weird, since it seemed to be in the process of being rebuilt, and thus I'm not sure which of its peculiarities are the result of this, and which characteristic of the chain. Reflected on high cost of being virtuous; bought organic chicken anyhow. Plotted to buy enormous jugs of cheep Californian as cooking/mulling wine at some point.
One of our upstairs neighbors brought us a pie. Apparently they too went to Mac's this weekend! Good news is I guess they're not too mad at us for to-ing and fro-ing while arguing with the landlady about bedbugs. Bad news is we still need to find something to do with all these apples.
Well, aside from make more applesauce to shovel into the maw of this kid.
* Sadly, this is America, so the event was Retsina-free: no drunken greeks dancing to the piped-in musak. We felt this detracted significantly from the authenticity.
wædum geweorðod wynnum scīnan,
gegyred mid golde; gimmas hæfdon
bewrigen weorðlīce wealdendes trēow.
One of the things Church of the Prevenient in Amoskeag lacks is a good cross. No really good crucifix; (one wood, modern, rather solemn Christ-in-Majesty over the pulpit); some plain gold (colored) ones, but nothing adorned with gems. Oh well, the service was ok: did a crux fidelis by Joao IV of Portugal (who knew seventeenth-century monarchs-in-exile wrote music?), though I kept wondering whether the bad version of the text was his fault, or the editor's. And managed to deal with the whole being-in-choir-while-looking-after-Peter thing, despite confusion due to first week at choir and the fact that it was raining. (And it's SOOO nice to be back in a competent and well-directed choir again!)
Afterwards, went off to local greek festival* for enormous lunch. I don't know how I'm going to have any appetite for dinner.
Interesting fact: medieval Christian tradition frequently held that the cross was made from the wood of a tree that had sprouted from Aaron's rod, which in turn was a sprig from the Tree of Life. So was it then an apple tree? And am I going to use this detail to segue back to what else we did this weekend?
Yep.
On Friday Grace had a day off, so we went apple picking (well, and shopping). In the rain. We went to Mac's, which is apparently a local institution on a scale similar to Bishop's, the great Pick-your-own empire near New Haven. So we now have two huge bags of apples; we decided to skip peaches. It seemed weird to pass up the chance to pick peaches, but we weren't in the mood to try to make jam again this year. Instead we went to the farm stand, watched people feed the ducks, sampled cider from some old variety I'd never heard of (Burgundy: produces a tart, almost punch-like flavor), and bought doughnuts. Having gotten all this done on Friday, we had time to go hiking on Saturday (no rain, not too hot, but incredibly muggy). So we went up North Peak of Mt. Uncanoonuc, which dominates the horizon here in Amoskeag, and which we will undoubtedly climb again with church youth groups (to whom we will NOT recount the likely origin of the name, lest they spend the whole hike snickering). Very short, very steep, a few good views off in various directions, including (I think) over to Monadnock. Peter seemed to enjoy the hike. He's been grouchy lately: we think he may be teething (again!)
Today it rained for a change. It let up this afternoon, and I cycled to Hannaford's, which is the sort of mid-crunchy supermarket in the area. This particular one was a bit weird, since it seemed to be in the process of being rebuilt, and thus I'm not sure which of its peculiarities are the result of this, and which characteristic of the chain. Reflected on high cost of being virtuous; bought organic chicken anyhow. Plotted to buy enormous jugs of cheep Californian as cooking/mulling wine at some point.
One of our upstairs neighbors brought us a pie. Apparently they too went to Mac's this weekend! Good news is I guess they're not too mad at us for to-ing and fro-ing while arguing with the landlady about bedbugs. Bad news is we still need to find something to do with all these apples.
Well, aside from make more applesauce to shovel into the maw of this kid.
* Sadly, this is America, so the event was Retsina-free: no drunken greeks dancing to the piped-in musak. We felt this detracted significantly from the authenticity.
