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Thursday, April 07, 2011

Celebrating Forty

Because I am only three and a half months older than Pat, we get to enjoy milestone birthdays together. Closing in on forty, we decided not to do anything too grand for the big birthday, but wait until 12/12/2012, our twentieth wedding anniversary, for the lavish celebrations. That said, the low key celebrations matched up pretty nicely with our personal inclinations: happy hour at a pub for me, a museum and excellent eatery for her.

Pat's choice of museum was superb. We went to the Musical Instrument Museum in Scottsdale--well, I guess it is technically Phoenix at Tatum & the 101. We have been to Seattle's Experience Music Project, which is also amazing. I think the major difference between the two is that the MIM is much more directed at showcasing the world's instruments. Yesterday, we made it through Asia and Latin America. Pat had been before and made it through Africa and Europe. You can easily spend 1-1/2 to 2 hours per region. It is a fun way to consider other cultures because in music there is so much we share (every culture has a lute of some kind, for example) and so much easily comprehended variety. As a college freshmen, a poster with Andy Warhol's painting of Moa and the caption, "I am a world citizen" hung in Pat's dorm room. Today, she replaces Halloween with International Day at her Montessori school. Still representing for multiculturalism.

We took our fancy lunch at the Farm Kitchen, one of the restaurants at The Farm at South Mountain. By using fresh incredients, including artisan bread, they pack a ton of flavor into a simple sandwich. Even with some little sprinkles of rain, it was delightful to eat outside on tables set up not to far from the source of some of our food.

We were going to go for a walk by the Riparian Preserve in Gilbert, pictured below, but I remembered that I left the fill valve open on the pool before we left on our little Ferris Beuller meets Phoenix adventure and so we had to run home. Back to reality. (Only a little bit of the yard was flooded.)

Monday, April 04, 2011


So, I thought while in D.C. I would have been able to catch up on my blogging. Not so. Then I came back and ran around like a chicken with my head cut off up until and including through the weekend. I have finished reading the Augustine selection, and want to write something comprehensive but have not done so. I love how the Confessions is so intimate. I think it is rightfully read as an inspection of St. Augustine soul rather than a piece of theology.

I'm not waiting, though. I've moved on to Machiavelli.