I ran into my neighbor at Trader Joe’s today — well, her son ran into me, specifically. “Victor!” I heard a woman’s voice say. “Don’t stand so close to people—” (How funny, I thought. One of Kimberly and Matt’s kids is named Victor, too.) Then we both looked up, recognized each other, and started laughing.
“I hadn’t even recognized Victor because his hair was so long,” I said apologetically. “Am I a bad neighbor?” Simultaneously, Kimberly was explaining how with the overlapping schedules at Casa Flor, she never knows who’s home when, and when it’s safe to come over without rousting someone from slumber.
Usually I would have been at work, in fact, but I’ve got three weeks of paid time off to use-or-lose by Sept. 1, so I’m taking two weeks, starting today. Which is how I found myself perusing the produce at Trader Joe’s, looking for peaches, nectarines and other fruit that would be good in white sangria, to help us use up some of the half-dozen bottles of white wine now hogging space in our refrigerator. (I opted for Gala apples, nectarines, cherries and pears.)
I’ve added a bottle of sauvignon blanc and tossed in a mini-bottle of Absolut Orient Apple vodka to ratchet up the “whoa!” factor. When it’s closer to drinking time, I’ll use ginger ale as the mixer. Now, how long do I have to wait for this to infuse, exactly?
|WHAT SAM WORE: 7-11-11
(That’s right: the same thing as yesterday.)
|The shirt: University of Montana T-shirt, a gift from my sister Tammy.|
|The shorts: Cargo shorts by American Eagle Outfitters, from Buffalo Exchange.|
|The shoes: Sneakers by Puma, from the Puma store in New York City.|