Allergies and Herbs
Jun. 28th, 2004 08:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI spend Saturday all alone. Omaha and Kouryou-chan had gone to a friends' house for a long day of gardening with an evening of movies for the kids and hottubbing for the adults, which left me about six hours all to myself. A rare and precious treat, I spent almost all of it reading, playing Half Life, taking a bath, and sleeping. I got nine hours for the first time in I can't remember how many weeks.
Sunday, I rose and showered, putting together my bicycling clothes and another day pack for Kouryou-chan since she was going to be spending this day at her friends' house while Omaha and I went riding.
When Omaha got home, however, she was dead on her feet. She'd forgotten to shower after a day in the garden and her allergies had kept her up all night, so I shuffled her off to bed with a head full of medicines and the humidifier going full blast to pull down as much dust as possible. I took Kouryou-chan to her friend's house, then returned home. It was a quiet day, where I read and hacked, until about two in the afternoon. Omaha rose and came out, looking glorious and naked, and hauled me back into bed for, um, exercise.
After a very nice time, we dressed and drove out to the Herb Farm, a very pricey and wonderful "dining experience" restaurant. And they weren't kidding. Dinner took four hours, and the menu was mind-boggling. The schtick is simple: it's a restaurant attached to, well, an herb farm, so what you get is nine courses of the finest food made with the freshest herbs possible, including wilded mushrooms and all native foods, and every course served with a locally made and carefully chosen wine. The dessert was four hand-made chocolate candies and a very small snifter of 103-year old maderia.
The dessert was nice but kind of anticlimatic compared to the dungeness crab with sage and rosemary flan, the slow-roasted salmon, and the free-range lamb stuffed with morels.
The company was nifty too, three other couples, two of which were celebrating their anniversay and the last of which was there with their twelve-year-old son, who was having his birthday. The only headache was the woman at the end of the table who kept quiet until she had a few drinks in her and then couldn't stop talking, but even that wasn't too bad.
We drove back into town, picked up Kouryou-chan, and headed home. Despite her being lively, if already pajama'd, when we picked her up, she passed out in the car and went to bed without complaint. So did Omaha and I, and I know I didn't get enough sleep last night. But I can't complain.
I woke up this morning to find that not only had OpenOffice not completed its install, it hadn't even begun! It takes six to eight gigabytes of disk space to build OpenOffice, and since Lain has six gigabytes of drive space total I needed to mount a hard drive on P'nyssa via NFS. Well, NFS over a wireless connection was so slow that just unpacking and patching OpenOffice was about all it could do in eight hours. I gave up. I'll have to find another way to get it onto Lain. I may not even need it. I have abiword, which I consider a superior word processor and capable of 99% of all word processing duties I need.
Sunday, I rose and showered, putting together my bicycling clothes and another day pack for Kouryou-chan since she was going to be spending this day at her friends' house while Omaha and I went riding.
When Omaha got home, however, she was dead on her feet. She'd forgotten to shower after a day in the garden and her allergies had kept her up all night, so I shuffled her off to bed with a head full of medicines and the humidifier going full blast to pull down as much dust as possible. I took Kouryou-chan to her friend's house, then returned home. It was a quiet day, where I read and hacked, until about two in the afternoon. Omaha rose and came out, looking glorious and naked, and hauled me back into bed for, um, exercise.
After a very nice time, we dressed and drove out to the Herb Farm, a very pricey and wonderful "dining experience" restaurant. And they weren't kidding. Dinner took four hours, and the menu was mind-boggling. The schtick is simple: it's a restaurant attached to, well, an herb farm, so what you get is nine courses of the finest food made with the freshest herbs possible, including wilded mushrooms and all native foods, and every course served with a locally made and carefully chosen wine. The dessert was four hand-made chocolate candies and a very small snifter of 103-year old maderia.
The dessert was nice but kind of anticlimatic compared to the dungeness crab with sage and rosemary flan, the slow-roasted salmon, and the free-range lamb stuffed with morels.
The company was nifty too, three other couples, two of which were celebrating their anniversay and the last of which was there with their twelve-year-old son, who was having his birthday. The only headache was the woman at the end of the table who kept quiet until she had a few drinks in her and then couldn't stop talking, but even that wasn't too bad.
We drove back into town, picked up Kouryou-chan, and headed home. Despite her being lively, if already pajama'd, when we picked her up, she passed out in the car and went to bed without complaint. So did Omaha and I, and I know I didn't get enough sleep last night. But I can't complain.
I woke up this morning to find that not only had OpenOffice not completed its install, it hadn't even begun! It takes six to eight gigabytes of disk space to build OpenOffice, and since Lain has six gigabytes of drive space total I needed to mount a hard drive on P'nyssa via NFS. Well, NFS over a wireless connection was so slow that just unpacking and patching OpenOffice was about all it could do in eight hours. I gave up. I'll have to find another way to get it onto Lain. I may not even need it. I have abiword, which I consider a superior word processor and capable of 99% of all word processing duties I need.
