D.'s former colleague was being inaugurated as Reed College's sixteenth president and we attended the installation ceremony.
You can watch the whole thing by clicking the image above.
The odd sound you hear during the event is rain.
I had checked the weather hourly for a week or two. That wasn't wise because the forecast was completely wrong. At least I knew not to wear a dress and to bring extra layers.
I love seeing all the academic regalia.
On each chair in the above picture was a program with a bookmark. I am embarrassed to say that I was not so fond of mine so I traded with someone (the spouse of the person next to me, the one who told me that strange noise was rain). In the end there were extra bookmarks and I was able to collect each kind. Except the original one I had. Insert sad face emoji here.
so we toured the neighborhood to find little free libraries.
I loved wandering around and connecting with my people, leaving a book and taking a book.
And what is a trip without a stop at the public library?
Even our housing came with a shelf of books and a sign reading, "Feel free to take a book."
The one thing I don't have a picture of is the place I spent the longest.
Powell's Bookstore was so overwhelming I forgot to take a picture. I thought about buying A. a role-playing game book. I eventually found the section and it was so enormous I couldn't figure out how to pick one. If I make it back I will be more prepared.
Soon we will see the musical Newsies at the local dinner theater.
Last month the same venue hosted the regional repertory company's production of the musical Fun Home, but without dinner. We had both read the book but I still cried at the end.
A couple days later we drove out to the Sierra Madre Playhouse to see my high school classmate. It was a great performance and definitely worth the drive. A friend who had been there the week before recommended a post-performance visit to Mothermoo Creamery. David had basil ice cream on a brownie and I had a scoop of a slightly tart and very delicious passion fruit sorbet.
We did not pick apples because the varieties available were not of interest.
The chestnut tree looked healthy.
I love watching the donut machine!
I always think the apples grown in the mountains aren't as good as the apples in Ithaca, plus it is crowded and more expensive than I think it should be. On the other hand, no matter how many apples I buy I think I should have bought more!
I made applesauce in the slow cooker, pressure cooker, and on the stove top. Stove top was clearly the worse, but it was not clear which was the winner.
I was able to give away all these peels to someone with hens and in return she gave us some of their eggs. Good deal!