(That title is off of a book about being a kid that gets it just right, but it describes my weekend pretty well too.)
My baster wore out. I didn’t know that was a thing that happened, but now when I pinch the bulb it tends to come off the tube part. I might have bought it in Taiwan, and roasting isn’t exactly a core competency. (On the other hand, I might have bought it in the US and taken it back over there, so who knows why it happened.)
What a great weekend. One we got home Friday night that was it. Friday night I made Tom Yum Goong, knitted and drank wine while watching the Olympics Opening Ceremony. Saturday I erged, knitted, wactedh teh Olympics, and had wine with the steak and scalloped potatoes I made for dinner. Sunday I walked to the grocery store (I needed the exercise and the fun of walking in snow – the few things I bought were just an excuse) then erged, roasted a turkey, and watched the Olympics. You’ll never guess what we drank with dinner 🙂 And I read more of Jo Walton’s What Makes This Book So Great, portioning it out to make it last.
Ted was pointing out that this never happened when we lived in AZ, and I was just baffled – I mean, why would I want to give this up????
Somehow, I like being trapped inside by a snowstorm better than being trapped by, say, a typhoon in Taiwan or a hurricane in Houston. Maybe it’s because more of the things I like doing inside, like knitting or slow cooking, seem better suited to cooler weather.
I did feel a little guilty about going to the store Sunday, since customers like me mean that employees have to get to work through those hazardous conditios. I stopped feeling like my actions made a difference, though, after notiving that Kohl’s (clothing and housewares) and Office Max were also open – presumably, in case someone had a throw pillow or stapler emergency.
Tonight’s adventure is a real grocery shopping trip – time to stock back up!
On the Dad front, he’s in acute rehab, for probably a couple of weeks. So I guess that’s good, though he seems currently to be drifting away from reality a bit (when they took off his heart meter he said “you know what that means”, and he was convinced I was crying earlier when I was on the phone with him – though admittedly sometimes when you’re walking outside with a cellphone it sounds like you’re breathing heavily). So hopefully he can get some metal as well as physical therapy there. Not for the first time, I am so glad my brother and SIL are close to Mom and Dad both geographically and emotionally. I’d be a lousy support system from out here.