A pretty noteworthy day...

In it's ordinariness. 

We woke up early, thanks to some animales who were dancing for food and walks. Got back in bed though, for another lazy hour or so. Jean stopped by to drop off the wee table we were buying from her (for a whopping $3). Pocket fell in love with the table. 

We dressed and began unpacking boxes and folding clothes. Things suddenly began falling into place. We took a break and ran downtown for some bibimbap (my new love, with tofu and brown rice) and twigim (fried veggies) at Kosmo, then a walk through the farmer's market. Most stands didn't have harvested crops yet, so we bought some seedlings. We picked up some broccoli, green leaf lettuce, sage, basil, thyme, onions, and anaheim peppers. The seedlings have now taken up residence on the front stoop, where they wait to be planted.

We finished unpacking most things (even if most things aren't in their proper location just yet) and moved the rest of the unpacked items to one room, in the basement, which makes the house feel oh-so-much-homier. Mike's parents dropped in then with the traditional Jewish housewarming gift of bread (so you never go hungry), salt (for the sweat of your labor? I think), and something sweet (two-bite brownies, yum). 

After we gave them a tour of the house (which they loved), we took them to Zingerman's Roadhouse for the first time. Was that a huge hit! We shared an artisanal cheese plate as an appetizer, then each got a different entree. Well, Mike and his mom both got fried chicken, which I stole a bite of--heavenly. Perfectly cooked. I went for the vegetarian option of Carolina Grits with veggies and a cider dressing, or some such. It was topped with 2-year-aged vermont cheddar. It was amazing, and exactly what I was looking for. 

After they left, Mike and I were supposed to head into Detroit for some karaoking. Our day of productivity had left us exhausted, unfortunately, so we bowed out of those plans in favor of what turned out to be a God-awful movie--Blindness. We made it 48 minutes in (with 1 hr and 12 minutes remaining). We had some debate about which timer was which, as Mike couldn't believe we'd only watched 48 minutes of that dreck. So depressing. Watch only if you like watching dirty naked people stepping in feces. Dirty, naked, sad, depressed, blind people, that is. I'd forgotten already about the trend of making movies wherein the authority figures are nothing but torturers, essentially, against innocents and with no good reason at all. Oh, the legacy of Guantanamo. 

Now I am showered and pajamaed and ready for some bedtime reading of Helter Skelter (our book club selection this month). My house is beginning to feel like my home. Yay.