I’ve lived in LA for nearly two years, but sometimes I am STILL astounded at its beauty, and our sunsets…
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Saturday is…
Getting in to the airport at 5:25 am. Van ride to Nashua. Napping the morning away. Cheerios and chatter. Fixing the garage door (or attempting to.) Pnemautic nailer. Rosie the Riveter = me as I attempt to use the pneumatic-nail the door. Yelling “Hayford” to chastise Jeff, only to realize I am surrounded by the three Hayford men. Pizza as a reward for our hardwork. Olives. Onions. Peppers. Sausage. World cup soccer: 1-1, and an embarassing goal for England. Part of a movie, a nap for the boys. Checking in back home. Red Sox, and a delicious dinner. A family talk over tea: cake for the birthday boy and girl. Up to midnight, chatting about everything under the sun.
Herbs = planted.
Out my kitchen window. Beautiful weekend.
Oh, I have an hour until I have to bike to yoga? Sure, let me just clean out the fridge, put away the veggies I bought, do the dishes, put the dishes away, re-pot my plants, make a pot of coffee, and change, quickly. (Note the Tupperware to the right, the potting soil to the left.)
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I've been busy this Christmas…
Camp Waterloo Day 2
I’ve been home since Monday now, and today was my second full day. I spent some time this morning hanging the Christmas cards around the kitchen arch. Then, we straightened the house, my mom made a cheesecake, and my dad and I fixed the stove in the kitchen so it’d stop smoking up the walls. I started a blog for the Christmas adventure. I had hot dogs for lunch, which I love, and then proceeded to make chocolate chip cookies for the household. Nikki arrives home in a few hours, so at around seven I will begin making Brussel sprouts and sandwich steaks for dinner.
Meanwhile, Mom and I are going to have tea and then play bananagrams, until she and Dad have to go to the holiday party.
It’s been a good 2 days.