D.C. Environmental Film Fest is coming

On March 12, the D.C. Environmental Film Fest will kick off its 21st season. Through March 24, 190 films will be shown in some 75 venues. If you're interested in attending the launch party, that'll be held on March 7 at the Warner Building on Pennsylvania Ave, NW. The whole event sounds fantastic, and I sure hope to attend several screenings!

Say what? Thursday

I was up for about an hour last night with a hungry cat and a little boy whose bed suddenly needed changing. As such I was especially enthusiastic about a few hours alone this morning: I'd get to Pilates and then come home, lazily shower and finish the 1,500 word piece I've got due tomorrow. Maybe I'd even read the paper or nap. Such was not to be. The furnace at Ol's school went kaput and so the day was cancelled. What a bummer. Ol cried, and I kinda felt like doing so myself; at 6am, the day ahead can seem awfully long. At least the sun is out. We candied kumquats and visited my mother-in-law, went to the market and put special pictures created by Ol in the mail to some family members he was thinking about. I managed to get the shower and then Ol spent 15 or 20 minutes combing my hair; he might be the most gentle comber ever, and it was all very dear, but I'm pooped and we still have to bust back out tonight for Jack's purple belt test. Mamma mia! As my mom always said, "You know, you never know." Ain't that the damn truth! I just raided my secret freezer stash of hamantashen and am finding a bit of a boost from that treat.

I also splurged on this hothouse beauty.

Fab Carolina Gold risotto, too much tea

I felt that by now, having had a homemade quad latte most every morning for the past whatever number of years, I was impervious to more-than-that caffeine. Today I believe I learned otherwise. Or, I learned that wow, Lady Grey tea has a LOT of caffeine in it. How did this come to pass? Well, I did follow through on my earlier idea to make a pot of tea. I set the kettle to boil, hung two bags of Lady Grey into a porcelain pot, and when the water was boiling, poured it in and let it steep. Cup by cup, I drank a bit more than half of the pot. While chatting with my Mom, I started to feel alive. Then positively energetic. And then downright on fire. I've not drunk too much caffeine since an all-nighter in college, and that was many moons ago. It's a weird sensation I don't wish to replicate anytime soon. Beware Lady Grey! The day stayed that intense for quite some time, culminating eight hours later (after a trip to the doctor, gymnastics class, etc) with Oliver wailing about Tool Sheet. Where was Tool Sheet? Probs where you left it little one. Now, Purr Motor, aka Nutmeg, and I are chilling in bed. Whew. My stomach is full of a delightful risotto I made for dinner: Carolina Gold rice, broccoli, chicken, whey, ginger and garlic. What a highbrow way to clean out my fridge, if I do say so myself. ;)