Mix Mix

On Saturday night, Alisha texted us and asked if we were interested in going to dinner downtown. We had all been curious about a new restaurant that offered creative cocktails and sharable plates. So we drove the mile or two down the road to Mix Mix. We each ordered a cocktail and set about passing them around the table so everyone could try them. Continue reading →

Raphael

At our neighborhood garden swap a couple weeks ago, Raphael made an appearance. Well, not the man, but his Chile.  On Friday the 13th, several neighbors converged upon Sandy & Ed’s glorious French Chateaux (the house my house wants to be when it grows up).  Don’t let the date scare you… despite entering under a ladder, crossing the path of a black cat, and opening several umbrellas in the house there was no bad luck on this night. Continue reading →

Deutschland

I’m part German, or at least I’ve been told that.  The ancestry.com results aren’t back yet and German culture wasn’t part of my upbringing.  I suppose the fact that I had a great uncle named “Herman the German” is a pretty good indicator that my ancestry, or part of it, lies in Deutschland.  A couple months ago, a (German) neighbor invited us to the Phoenix Club (a distinctly German experience) for Karneval.  Continue reading →

House No. 5

When we first moved into our house, Alex attend our neighborhood association meeting. I opted to stay home. He came home and announced that he had met a neighborhood realtor who ran the home tour. “We have 2 years to make the house perfect,” he proclaimed when he got home. “Huh?” I asked, “what’s wrong with our house?” Continue reading →