Archive for November, 2007
B brought home a turkey the other day. (From the grocery, we’re not quite that rural.) and today he made a full turkey dinner.
Turkey, bread-and-onion stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn, carrots, gravy.
And why did he get a burr on his saddle and make this elaborate meal? Why spend the whole day sweating in the kitchen, occasionally dropping pans and swearing over the cookbooks?
Because he felt bad I didn’t get home for Thanksgiving this week, and he wanted to make this special for me.
What could I do? (Besides stare in amazed, lump-in-the-throat gratitude?)
I made my grandmothers special home beans, and a pumpkin pie.
(And I make a mean pumpkin pie.)
And we had a terrific holiday, even late and far away from home.
I bought clementines. A box of clementines. Friday night.
And now they’re gone.
Not that I’m complaining (my kids like fruit! Why would I complain about that?)
But I would have liked one.
Or maybe a banana, which also disappeared…
Small girl has strep throat. Boo-ya.
Between her three medications and boredom from not being allowed outside, Rosey has been having periods of perkiness where she whizzes all over the house and then collapses wherever she is, blanket in hand.
Even if that’s on the floor.
Strawberry-flavored penicillin is a little like speed, apparently.
R, the night after she proved she was a big girl and could go all day without wetting herself, got a very child-like ailment – the croup. (Aren’t they supposed to have grown out of this already?) It was fun in the steamy bathroom at four am, thanks. But it worked.
Today she’s snotty, feverish and raspy – I suspect a good head cold. She’s certainly not too ill to avoid picking on her brother – just taking breaks in between to lie on the couch and nap, exhausted and forlorn.
During her good moments she and Cass are playing rounds of Who Can Drive Mom Nuts First? and He Squished Me! (Did Not!) and the weekend looks so long right now….
I’m praying for strong cough syrup and good weather. Either that, or I need to see if NASA needs any miniature astronauts. I can give them a good deal.
Even if their noses do run like faucets.
Tonight the power came back on. And I did a little dance and ran around hugging lampshades.
Last night, the remnants of Hurricane Noel rampaged through, snapping trees and downing power lines right and left. Our power held on, grimly, until just about two a.m. Then all was quiet.
The children were not thrilled with the prospect of a day with no tv, no computer, no running water, and no (flushing) toilet, but B and I tried to make an adventure of it and they played together outside and on the porch quite happily.
Bear is at work tonight, so after darkness fell the kids were shooed off to bed and I sat reading by candlelight, wondering how in hell everyone pre-electricity wasn’t stone-blind. (And overcome by scented candle fumes. Oh, wait – they didn’t have scented candles, did they? Shame. Might have lifted them out of their depressions when they realized they were going stone-blind from reading by candle-light.) And raiding the leftover H’ween candy for suckers. And astonished how silent the house is without the dishwasher or the washer or a fan going.
I was nodding off (see: stone-blind, above) when there was a click, and a click, and a whump! and the power was – gloriously – back on!
Do a little dance! Make a little….you get the point.
We had settled in for the long haul, bracing ourselves for days of darkness (NS Power was estimating the power would go back on TUESDAY – and yes, it’s happened before) but this time, they triumphed! Hurrah for the power company!
Gorgeous fall day today. B doing something out in the yard (finishing the trailer?) kids running hither and yon. Even the monster dog was out.
Everyday an inquisitive squirrel sneaks down the oak tree and tries to touch noses with the big dumb dog, who (every morning) watches, wags, freezes still, then can’t contain himself anymore and must! bark! and lunge! Harrison (the squirrel) just chitters at him for a minute then runs back up the bark. This usually makes Jas so excited that he…well, sprays the area with biodegradable bullets as he sprongs and leaps hopefully about.
Sometimes I call him Machine-Gun Kelly. Fire in the hole! Rat-ta-tat-ta-tat-ta-tat!
(Which is always fun to try to explain to dog-sitters.)
Cass is running with his soccer ball, R chasing after him, and Jas is spotting blue jays. After dusk, (when all the dog walkers have gone home) he’ll go off-leash and I’ll throw sticks for him until he collapses in a big furry pant-y heap.
B stops drilling and leans on his contraption. Brushing his forehead off, he mutters something about hurrying to finish before the wind starts and….hmm?
I look at him like he’s been sniffing too many power tool fumes. The breeze is barely stirring the trees. Huh?
Well, so much for the perfect autumn afternoon. It appears Nova Scotia is getting a visit from post-tropical storm Noel come Saturday.
Whee! Batten down the hatches. Bye, color season!