We got up this morning and went, went, went, not stopping until...well, now, I suppose.
Monday, July 6, 2009
See Drew has all sorts of ideas.
His latest was hosting a Mexican feast for our family tonight.
Our family of twenty-one people.
Now neither of us are particularly seasoned, so to speak, in the kitchen--but that fact didn't occur to him. At least not until I mentioned the sentiment this morning and he simply shrugged it off.
So I did too.
And the most fun part of the prepping?
Mashing up the avocados to make the guacamole. It made me actually happy; happy to look at the bright green color and decide that I agree with God's choice for that particular fruit and happy to squish it between my fingers.
Drew was busy browning 10 lbs of beef while juggling the rice and the refried beans.
And we were both parrying our cats with the spare hand that we didn't have.
Oh, I also gathered some of my clothes together to give away to my nieces and sisters-in-law. It's not that I don't like them (ah, them being the clothes); quite the opposite, in fact. It's just that I have so many that I am trying to get rid of excess stuff. So I was ruthless today: if I hadn't worn something in a while, then it was put in the Up For Grabs Pile and that was that.
Almost everything was taken, too, and I am going to enjoy seeing my clothes on all these people that I love.
My four year old nephew Eli, however was nonplussed as he looked through it all.
Do you have any boy's clothes? He asked in his husky little voice.
Sorry little buddy, I replied, I don't because they're all my clothes that I am giving away.
With his voice raising a little higher, he said, Well then--can you buy some?!?!
Guess I owe the little guy an outfit.
He did, however, get the mask that I wore when I was Robin Girl for halloween last year, so it's not like he went away empty handed or anything.
Last night at home for a bit.
Not so bad this time, though. I will be gone just shy of two weeks, am only going to be in one city, have only packed one suitcase, and will be staying with the trusty Alliance. My ribs aren't feeling great, but they are certainly better than they were. I am trusting that they will keep improving and I will be back to touching-my-foot-to-the-back-of-my-head again in no time.
Well maybe, like, a little time.
But hopefully not too much...