Well, our annual ant invasion in our house hasn't happened thus far this winter, so perhaps this is just my usual battle, transplanted.
Ting and his guys completed the framework for our garage today, so we now have an actual structure there, with a roof and everything. Now they need to do the electrical work, then have the city inspector come out before they can continue. So they'll be back next week.
Then, in the evening, I went to dinner with Katherine, Michael, and Mimi at Venus, one of my favorite Berkeley restaurants. Katherine and I were both torn between the same two dishes (a sea bass and a steak), so we each ordered one and then shared. (Luckily, we like our steak cooked the same way: medium rare.) For dessert, we had sticky toffee pudding (which was much more similar to what I remember from Scotland), which was served with candied kumquats, just as it was at Farallon. What's the deal with the candied kumquats on the sticky toffee pudding? Weird. I piled all the candied kumquats on one side of my plate and didn't eat them.
But the meal was excellent, and the company was great. I don't see Katherine often enough! To think that we spent years living together! At the end of dinner, Mimi (who is 4 years old) decided that she wanted to sit in my lap, whereupon she put her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek and told me she likes me and told me various stories (including one very long story that ended up being about poop). She kept poking the candied kumquats on my plate with her fingers, though I repeatedly told her not to. Katherine took a great many photos of Mimi and me together, probably because such camaraderie had never previously occurred between Mimi and myself. It was rather a novel sight.
After dinner, I stopped by the Dollar Store to pick up tissue paper for the wrapping of my step-MIL's Xmas present, then came home and fell asleep until Shannon was done with his gaming a couple hours later. I hung out with him while he ate a light dinner (his habit on Thursday nights), and then he read a bit aloud from the Poe omnibus we've been reading together. I wasn't much impressed with The Pit and the Pendulum, to be honest. And I had somehow confused "Annabel Lee" with Longfellow's "The Wreck of the Hesperus," as I last read both when I was a kid. I mean, both are about the death of women, but they don't have much more in common! But when he read "Annabel Lee" out loud, I kept thinking, What's with the "killed by wind" thing? Where's the shipwreck?
And now I'm about ready to go back to bed. Yaaaawn!
Tomorrow, Shannon is taking the day off work, so we are going to visit Caruso (of course), hang out at the dog park (if the weather allows), and go to dinner at Nation's (home of many varieties of excellent pie). Yum! I'm pondering well in advance what pie to get. Pecan? Chocolate cream? Coconut cream? Pumpkin? Whatever their seasonal fruit is? This is a very serious decision that must be contemplated. Hmmm.