Casa de Owens

Weekends around Casa de Owens tend to be busy and productive with just the right amount of relaxation thrown in to keep everything in balance. And this weekend is turning out to be no exception.

This morning E & I headed out in search of broccoli plants. I knew I had to get them in the ground this weekend if I was hoping to grow any this fall. Then we headed over to my parents’ house and we all rode over to the “Aiken’s Makin’” arts and crafts festival. This is one of those big annual events that we as locals know all about but none of the four of us had ever actually attended. So we wandered down the crowded, tree covered aisles, looking at the various handmade goods being offered up for sale. Naturally we hadn’t been there more than five minutes before we ran into someone my parents knew (I actually meant to set the stop watch on my iPhone when we got there to see just how long it would take). After determining that there really wasn’t anything we wanted to purchase, we chose to skip the abundant fair type foods for a sit-down lunch at one of the nice restaurants in downtown Aiken. Funnel cakes and sausage dogs are great, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t hold a candle to the blackened Ahi tuna wrap I enjoyed in the lovely air conditioned Davor's.

We returned home and Mom and I headed for a local antique furniture store while Dad retreated to his study and E headed out to run some errands. We really need a bigger kitchen table, and after wandering through what seemed like several acres of furniture we found a couple that we liked. I wasn’t ready to commit yet, though, so instead I came home and planted my broccoli plants and bottle fed the runt kitten…oh yes, the ‘ho cat returned after an extended absence and once again I played midwife. Five little tiny black kittens. I’m thinking we can market them as Halloween black cats at the girls' school fall festival next month.

Tonight we plan on a quiet night at home. E is apparently cooking dinner for me tonight and then we’re watching a movie. He is still horrified by my limited exposure to what he considers “must see” cinema. Let’s hope whatever I’m subjected to this evening isn’t a western or doesn’t involve talking French fries.