Mom and Dad conspired to make sure the weekend wasn't dull tonight. Mom left a skillet on the stove and set off their fire alarm; meanwhile, Dad misplaced the phone receiver so neither the fire department nor I could get a call through to see if they were all right. And of course Mom wasn't answering her cell phone in all the ruckus.
I suppose it's comforting to know that potentially life-and-death emergencies still send me into an icy state of calm. (Unlike moderate ones like work emergencies, missed flights, and such, which send me into Daffy Duck-esque hysteria.)
There have been some hard truths uncovered having my 73 year old uncle visit. I've heard several stories several times. I've learned how to divert his conversation with new people when he's getting longwinded (really, he was always anyway.) I've had to get all militant about certain things, and repeat myself a lot. I don't like that part. But really? It's been a joy.He thankfully has changed his plans to just ride 400 miles to Ohio and borrow his BIL's car and return for his cycle later, cause the rest of the trip would be brutal, nasty highs. I offered to let him store it here and fly home, coming back to get it when it is cooler, but he wants to drive the midlifecrisis pontiac sportscar his BIL has. Alrighty then.
Fantastic brunch at Clementine with him and my cousin, her husband and 3 kids. Then we came back to my house and the kids played about, and freaked out..Loki. MK was fine, no surprise. Loki wanted their attention but they were too much for him. He finally hid in my shoe closet. Devi... slept the whole time in the foam cube in the room with us. Freaky!
When my favorite mexican place had no parking and a line, I fished about madly and ended us up at and uzbeki-"europian" place. Had soup, kebab and uzbeki naan. Which is puffy. Anyway, think it was eh, but also think the trick is to do the whole banquet thing. I wasn't too hungry, so. Spices were good.
Also, my summertime neighbor met him as we were belatedly to market (he gets distracted easily.) ANYWAY, long after we got home, I got the loveliest email: " Just wanted to say that your uncle frank. Is. Awesome." Yeah, yeah, he is. He's getting a huge hug in the morning.
ita, so sorry to hear about the pain. Definitely agree that it sounds like gallstones based on my mom's experience. Let me know if I can help out with rides and whatnot tomorrow.
Ah! Someone actually in the same town as me, and it can't be done! I work early Sunday mornings, so it's all out. Ah well, we can wave in each other's general directions.
Well dang, tell you what. It's not for a couple of weeks so I don't have exact arrival and departure dates, but when I do I'll send you an email and we'll see if we can make something happen. Because I don't get to Utah very often.
If you can afford Post Ranch and they have rooms, I've heard it's awesome.
That sounds interesting, how expensive could it— HOLY ASS.
You have a spare $5000 laying around, don't you?
Just saw my Uncle Frank off. Got the year on the bike wrong, it isn't one of his vintage bikes, it's a 2002. Company is vintage though. He thought he wouldn't leave until noon, but he was itching to get on the road, I could tell. Plus, it is cooler now. [link]
Good visit.
I counted "doing laundry" and "folding laundry" as separate to-do items. That may be cheating.
In my world, laundry is actually four separate tasks: washing, drying, folding, and putting away. If we get a clothesline set up at the new place, I have a feeling "taking laundry down from clothesline" will bring the total number of tasks up to five.
Today is moving day! And it's hot and sticky and disgusting. Ugh.
