Date Night Disappointment

I spent a couple of pleasant hours in the greenhouse yesterday morning, organizing and labelling plants for the sale. It was a chilly day outside; I don’t think we broke 50 degrees. The husband and I walked out and looked at the potato patch. Nothing is up yet, although the lettuce I planted out there doesn’t seem to mind being snowed on. It’s doing fine. I have another tray of starts to plant this week. We’ll be eating plenty of salads if nothing else.

After lunch, I knocked out the second Cookin’ in Color Apron:

I can make one in about an hour and a half, start to finish. That’s important to know for pacing the class. Because I now have my piping feet (for both sergers), I was able to put the zipper in using the L860. Eh. I stand by my assertion that just because you can do something using a serger, that doesn’t mean it’s the best tool for the job. This pattern, however, does do a great job of teaching and reinforcing serger skills.

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The husband and I had date night last night. We struggle to find good places to eat. The little restaurant closest to us has a long history of boom and bust. It seemed to be doing really well for the past couple of years under new ownership, but their chef—who was only in his late 30s or early 40s—died unexpectedly in January. The owners announced about a month ago that they were closing permanently. Workers have been putting a new roof on the building this week, though. Perhaps someone else bought it and will open another restaurant.

We decided to go to Backslope Brewing, up toward Glacier Park. The husband loves their Foreman Stout and usually brings home a couple of growlers to enjoy during the week.

I wonder if Backslope has new owners. We walked in and were offered two seats at the bar—which we didn’t want—so the hostess showed us to a table. This used to be a very cute place, but no longer. For some reason, they’ve cut the number of tables by two-thirds, and each table is separated by a large, clear plastic divider. No other restaurants in the Flathead are doing this. The husband commented that the dividers were fairly useless, especially because they initially offered to seat us at the bar where there are no dividers and a lot more people milling around. The waitress, a woman about my age, seemed to be more interested in flirting with the husband than she was in doing her job. (He was clueless, so her efforts—although annoying—were entertaining.) The whole atmosphere was really depressing. They also scaled back their menu and removed the husband’s favorite burger. I had the Sesame Almond Salad from the specials menu, which was so good I practically licked the plate, but that was the only positive. I’m not sure we’ll be going back there. I don’t know how they can stay in business operating in such a manner. Tourist season will tell, I suppose.

No date night would be complete without a trip to Tool World, so that’s where we headed after dinner. The husband had a Lowes birthday gift card from my mother burning a hole in his pocket. We also got the shelving for DD#2’s room and he’s going to install it for me today. I’ll be able to get more of my sewing stuff organized.

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I’ll be focusing on plant sale prep this week. I also have to get my snow tires taken off and the summer tires put on, although I think I need to buy a new set of summer tires. I know a certain little boy who prefers the BMW to be driving in Sport mode if he goes anywhere with me, and I can’t do that unless I have the summer tires on it.