the things we do
I missed Survivor last night.
My mom wasn't feeling well - though she made us dinner. As per her instructions, I went and retrieved the meal, brought it home, heated it up (stuffed peppers!) and fed those present.
But then, I checked up on Oldest (moving man, helping my brother L), took care of some phone calls, took off my leggings, and sat down with the computer.
In rushed Youngest, complete with gloves and a respiratory mask. The pancetta K was hanging to cure in the wine room in the basement was covered with long-haired mold. The smell, he reported, was beyond awful. One photo-laden email later, we had permission from K to dispose of the meat. And, though he was retching, Youngest did the deed for me. I owe him a favor. A disgusting favor.
Anyway, I missed Survivor but I think I saw that there was a merge and Ozzy's plan succeeded. Perhaps you can let me know if that's right?
I can barely keep track of everyone. Middle is going away to see a friend at a far flung university. Oldest has been working nights. Youngest appears now and then.
Everyone but me will be out of town on Saturday and I'll work alone at K's sister's charity auction. K hasn't traveled in so long that it feels odd for me to do things on my own.
The downstairs bathtub is clogged, I need the plumber. The upstairs shower is leaking, I guess we have to rip up the floor.
It's Thursday and I'm just about ready for K to come home.
My mom wasn't feeling well - though she made us dinner. As per her instructions, I went and retrieved the meal, brought it home, heated it up (stuffed peppers!) and fed those present.
But then, I checked up on Oldest (moving man, helping my brother L), took care of some phone calls, took off my leggings, and sat down with the computer.
In rushed Youngest, complete with gloves and a respiratory mask. The pancetta K was hanging to cure in the wine room in the basement was covered with long-haired mold. The smell, he reported, was beyond awful. One photo-laden email later, we had permission from K to dispose of the meat. And, though he was retching, Youngest did the deed for me. I owe him a favor. A disgusting favor.
Anyway, I missed Survivor but I think I saw that there was a merge and Ozzy's plan succeeded. Perhaps you can let me know if that's right?
I can barely keep track of everyone. Middle is going away to see a friend at a far flung university. Oldest has been working nights. Youngest appears now and then.
Everyone but me will be out of town on Saturday and I'll work alone at K's sister's charity auction. K hasn't traveled in so long that it feels odd for me to do things on my own.
The downstairs bathtub is clogged, I need the plumber. The upstairs shower is leaking, I guess we have to rip up the floor.
It's Thursday and I'm just about ready for K to come home.
Comments
That's exciting!!!
beware
moldy meat.
the thought of it.
good on youngest for taking charge.
I am doing some triage here in terms of schooling/ must stop bleeding first.
it is dark dark dark here in the mornings.
Brave Youngest. Reminds me of when my sister found a dead bird in their yard and gave her 5 year old son instructions on how to pick it up with two trowels and put it in the garbage can. Instructions delivered while cowering behind the back door.
OY. K, where are you in this time of dire need.