So, today, I called in again... after 6, as the judge said when I went in, "doing my patriotic duty on the 4th of July."
"The case scheduled to begin trial on Tuesday has been settled. All jurors are to call in on Friday, July 11, after 6pm, for further reporting instructions."
So there you go. My 2-week hiatus has turned into a 3-week hiatus.
I was on my roof, feeding the dog cookies and watching fireworks. Suddenly they were everywhere, hovering, hovering and feeding on the helpless. I fell off the roof when one of them came at me, and was lucky not to land on my head. I got up as quickly as I could, and ran. The screams as I fled through the streets were unbearable.
I hid in the river with a straw to breathe through until they finished the destruction and flew away, but the firefighters and fishermen of the town were not so fortunate. There were bloody helmets and hip waders everywhere. I found the dog the next morning, lapping up puddles of spilled ice cream from the sidewalk and looking completely unscathed. For some reason, they didn't seem to want to eat his brain.
Not much going on here except baby, and we're learning a bunch of fun and exciting and sometimes hard lessons. Our most recent accomplishment was discovering that if I don't drink enough water on a consistent basis, we get a grumpy colicky baby who is starving but won't latch on and nurse. This will hopefully solve all but our early morning fussiness (after sleeping for 4-6 hours, I'll have missed up to 5 scheduled water breaks, so it can't be helped).
We've learned a lot about moving sleeping baby, and I think if he's relatively non-fussy we're good to go. Corin and I are both getting good at nursing. We're getting good at sleeping (6 hours last night in one go! very impressive, it was hell afterwards, though). We're getting diaper changes down pat. And I'm slowly learning how to shower, eat, and get around while home alone w/Corin. That's the toughest part, though.
Don't forget, there are frequently new photos of Corin being posted here
Been a while since I posted, I know. I recently got my eyes fixed; this is my first post-LASIK self portrait. There shall be many more!
Life has been good. I've recently gotten involved/reinvolved with some wonderful people I knew years ago. The quad is continuing to solidify, and we're all very happy with how it's going. Everything's great.
Which is probably why I haven't posted lately, because...everything's great. :) post a comment
Up, and sat at the office all the morning. At noon to the 'Change and thence to the Dolphin, where a good dinner at the cost of one Mr. Osbaston, who lost a wager to Sir W. Batten, Sir W. Rider, and Sir R. Ford, a good while since and now it is spent. The wager was that ten of our ships should not have a fight with ten of the enemy's before Michaelmas. Here was other very good company, and merry, and at last in come Mr. Buckeworth, a very fine gentleman, and proves to be a Huntingdonshire man. Thence to my office and there all the afternoon till night, and so home to settle some accounts of Tangier and other papers. I hear this day the Duke and Prince Rupert are both come back from sea, and neither of them go back again. The latter I much wonder at, but it seems the towne reports so, and I am very glad of it. This morning I did a good piece of work with Sir W. Warren, ending the business of the lotterys, wherein honestly I think I shall get above 100l.. Bankert, it seems, is come home with the little fleete he hath been abroad with, without doing any thing, so that there is nobody of an enemy at sea. We are in great hopes of meeting with the Dutch East India fleete, which is mighty rich, or with De Ruyter, who is so also. Sir Richard Ford told me this day, at table, a fine account, how the Dutch were like to have been mastered by the present Prince of Orange1his father to be besieged in Amsterdam, having drawn an army of foot into the towne, and horse near to the towne by night, within three miles of the towne, and they never knew of it; but by chance the Hamburgh post in the night fell among the horse, and heard their design, and knowing the way, it being very dark and rainy, better than they, went from them, and did give notice to the towne before the others could reach the towne, and so were saved. It seems this De Witt and another family, the Beckarts, were among the chief of the familys that were enemys to the Prince, and were afterwards suppressed by the Prince, and continued so till he was, as they say, poysoned; and then they turned all again, as it was, against the young Prince, and have so carried it to this day, it being about 12 and 14 years, and De Witt in the head of them.
The period alluded to is 1650, when the States-General disbanded part of the forces which the Prince of Orange (William) wished to retain. The prince attempted, but unsuccessfully, to possess himself of Amsterdam. In the same year he died, at the early age of twenty-four; some say of the small-pox; others, with Sir Richard Ford, say of poison. -- B. ↩
Since it's Independence Day, Jordan and I are declaring our from the STUFF in our house.
We both have huge clothes piles to deal with. That's the goal for today. It's really hard (helllllllllllo ocd & hoarding issues) but mine is about 2/3rd sorted and I've filled two give-away garbage bags so far!
But now it's time for a trip to the super-low-tide with my Mama!
All of the familiar Internet cafes have either been shut down around here (Moscow center), or it became too expensive to keep them here. In any event, I'm paying something like $16 for one hour of access from my hotel room.
The plane left two hours late, as a result of an electrical problem and a change in wind direction at Atlanta. I'm glad I upgraded myself to business class, even if I didn't get a lot of sleep. The legroom and ability to just recline was heavenly!
They've put us up at the Marriott Courtyard, as the Aurora has probably priced itself somewhere into the stratosphere (the room here is 5000 RUR, at about 23 RUR per dollar). I've been for a walk (to the non-existent Internet shops), and plan to touch base with my sister-in-law later, but not too much later, as we are expected to be ready to leave tomorrow morning, bright an early, at 6 am.
Up and by water with Sir W. Batten and Sir J. Minnes to White Hall to the Duke of Albemarle, where, after a little business, we parted, and I to the Harp and Ball, and there staid a while talking to Mary, and so home to dinner. After dinner to the Duke of Albemarle's again, and so to the Swan, and there 'demeurais un peu'de temps con la fille', and so to the Harp and Ball, and alone 'demeurais un peu de temps baisant la', and so away home and late at the office about letters, and so home, resolving from this night forwards to close all my letters, if possible, and end all my business at the office by daylight, and I shall go near to do it and put all my affairs in the world in good order, the season growing so sickly, that it is much to be feared how a man can escape having a share with others in it, for which the good Lord God bless me, or to be fitted to receive it. So after supper to bed, and mightily troubled in my sleep all night with dreams of Jacke Cole, my old schoolfellow, lately dead, who was born at the same time with me, and we reckoned our fortunes pretty equal. God fit me for his condition!
Apparently, there's free wifi in Concourse E, here (and a lot of people around me speaking Russian). There's only about 70 minutes until the flight for Moscow departs.
The flight to Atlanta went well, and I even enjoyed the in-flight movie (something with Jodie Foster, playing the role of Alexandra Rover). Here's keeping my fingers crossed for the remaining part of the trip.
At the adult day healthcare center, they sometimes make lentil porridge for breakfast. It is green, it tastes like olive oil and lemon juice and pepper, and it is awesome.
I tried making it once and was blazingly unsuccessful. So today, when I found the cook talking to the office manager, I asked how to make it.
- Soak the lentils the night before. - Slow cooker all night, on low. (Or, Mary's way: Oven all night, 250-300 degrees.) May saute onions and add (this is what the office manager does). - Add olive oil, lemon juice, black pepper, turmeric to taste. Garlic OK. - Use 1 part lentils (Office manager holds up a large-sized coffee cup to illustrate how much lentils she uses) to 1.5- 2 parts water. If you end up with too much water, take it out of the slow cooker and boil it down on the stove.
I almost swallowed my dentures when, upon checkin, the fist leg of my flight was shown as DELAYED. I looked up at the departures display to see when the flight was leaving and... didn't see my flight up there at all!
Of course, it would have helped if I thought I was going through Atlanta instead of New York, as there are no flights to New York from here. As it turns out, the Atlanta flight is on time. (Actually, the flight to Atlanta is delayed, 15 minutes. No biggie so far.)
OTOH, the Delta kiosk doesn't read my new passport all that well, but they gave me a ticket anyway.
Until a few minutes ago, Firefox on my Eee was playing nice with the Sunport's free wifi network. Now, however, all iscopacetic. Boearding is in a few minutes.
As if out of spite, the roads of Pagosa threw another sharp object at yet a third tire as we left town yesterday for Albuquerque. I guess we qualified for a "frequent customer" discount, as the tire shop waived payment for this repair.
We took the "scenic" route, which Galina detests, owing to the unpaved road between Lumberton and Highway 84. Still, in addition to being traffic-free (relatively) and lacking in stop lights until Cuba - and I'm not really sure there is one in that small town - it's a faster route and about 10% shorter in terms of mileage.
And so I depart on yet another launch campaign, with a positive attitude toward life, the universe, and everything. Besides having to relearn how to type - the space bar on this HP requires an exacting thumb, it would appear - I need to focus on the basics, and on my health.
More immediately, I need to focus on getting us up and out of here.
In just under 10 hours (11:11 AM, to be exact), I will officially be the mother of a teenager.
When I asked the kiddo what he wanted food-wise for his birthday, he told me "Blueberry Muffins and Frito Chili Pie."
Okay, that may sound like an odd combo, but I guess it goes into how teenagers eat. I remember dipping french fries in chocolate shakes when I was 13. Oh, and peanut butter in my ice cream. Hot dog buns with American Cheese, mustard, and bacon bits (no hot dogs), nuked, with or without (depending on my mood) a pickle tucked inside. Corn dogs with not mustard, not ketchup, but ranch dressing. Lays potato chips drizzled with hot fudge. Cheetos combined with vanilla ice cream. Entire meals made of devilled eggs. Entire meals made of pineapple chunks and granola. Entire meals made of Laffy Taffy.
So yeah, he's craving food the way a teenager does.
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