Spring Bloodroot Moon
Kate and I went to the Macy’s Flower Show. The Dayton’s flower show. Anyhow, I’d never been but going once came because we’ve agreed that each of us has one time during the month that we can schedule whatever we want. And the other one has to go along.
Last month we went to the Loring Pasta Bar to listen to Hot Club of France type jazz (Kate’s choice) and to the Cynthia Hopkin’s performance, This Clement World at the Walker. In a rut already I’ve chosen another Walker performance, a jazz pianist and his ensemble late in the month.
Kate felt we weren’t doing enough together, too much like adults engaged in parallel play. She quilts; I write. She was right. It was a habit and we broke it. I’m glad we did.
The best part of today’s outing was the Smack Shack. A food truck that turned in its wheels for brick and mortar the Smack Shack serves po’ boys and lobster boils. We had the lobster boil complete with the bib, shell crackers and tiny forks. I haven’t eaten lobster in a very long time and it was fun.
Turned out it was the Twin’s first day-time game this year, so I had to park about 6 blocks, long blocks, away–it’s on 6th and Washington North. That turned out to be a treat because I could take a survey of this rapidly changing part of the city. Lofts, luxury apartments, redone warehouses, new apartment buildings, lots of restaurants, design stores, gutted buildings and construction zones. A fun, energized area, an area that used to be fairly dull commercial. Not too long ago.
