Weekend was a Glorious Bust

Well, Friday Nate and I hung out with his co-workers. The fourth grade teacher's brother is in a funk band called Roster McCabe so we went to their CD release party. They performed at the Varsity Theater (about 1/2 mile from U of M campus), but they were good enough that we didn't mind the crowd of tipsy frosh.

Unfortunately/Fortunately Nate got the flu on Saturday and was in bed all day, got a fever in the evening. Ceara and I were going to proceed with the Brew Review anyway since it was "what Nate would have wanted". Nate's sister-in-law, Jamie, who is a health inspector, pointed out that Noro Virus is pretty much impossible to kill and recommended a reschedule. This worked out fine for me since I had a headache that was not responding to sleep, yoga, warm bath, or more-than-the-recommended-amount of Aleve. Also, Ceara and I would like to share that Nate's puke-sound is like a cartoon.

So I re-potted some plants in the garage and put them out to be watered in the rain. Then I noticed that the bird feeder I FINALLY hung in the backyard last week was dead empty. I had a checked it the first couple days after I put it up, the forgot about it. Now I thought, "Wow, guess I shouldn't have put it in such a squirrel-friendly place if I expected it to last." I filled it up anyway, though. This was the result:

By Sunday, when it rained all day, there were up to 5 birds at a time on the feeder, 8-10 in line, and a squirrel and some more sparrows on the grounds working clean-up. As of nightfall yesterday there was about 1 cup of food left in the bottom of the feeder. Sweet. How will I afford to keep up with the urban wildlife?

Ceara and I were already out grocery shopping when Nate called to inform us that Jamie advised cancellation. Ceara had volunteered to whip up some tapas and I had enlisted her to bake a pie because Ceara A) makes the best pie crust ever while I have actually tried and always end up cursing or crying and B) makes pies for fun, on a whim, when she "feels like dessert". What a weird-o and how awesome for me? So I asked (read: wheedled) and she agreed to bake me a pie even w/o party. Look at how perfect it is--this is only about 45 minutes into the process--she's a witch!

Anyway, we spent the evening eating tacos (and pie) and watching Simon Birch. Sunday was all homework and Nate recuperating by watching up to 3 sporting events at a time with the help of picture-in-picture and Ceara's laptop. For anyone who might care (which I assume will only happen if Mom tells Dad who already knows) the Rockies have a one-game playoff this eve to determine their post-season fate. Happy October!