Bericht Ueber das Wochenende

My last post, on German terms of endearment, has brought some residual shreds of German back from the depths of consciousness, hence the title. I'm resorting to a fancy title for lack of any frozen toes or other notable illnesses, events, or achievements to relate. Over a quiet weekend, we jointly managed to do some outside clean-up (spring is beginning to make itself felt), watch a DVD ("Dogville" -- a strange film indeed), attack some more of the damaged cabinets with cleaner, walnut stain, and Minwax finish, and listen to several CDs. Among the latter: two by Ray Charles (gifts from ADM), one by Susannah McCorkle (gift from Margaret), and Yo-Yo Ma's "Obrigado Brazil." And then there was Sunday brunch with the usual suspects. If anyone needs a puppy, the Wells have a brood to give away. A stray found shelter under their house and delivered a batch of about a half-dozen black/white mongrels.