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There, Eor: rent = delivered. Also, Dr. = visited. (She's given me yet more exercises, these ones for my neck, and wants to see me back a month after my surgery. I'm getting a bit overloaded with all these different exercises.)
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littleredhead and groundctrl, mainly because I was an exhausted little zombie all day yesterday. Totally worth it, though. :) Burning things is always fun, right? We kept the fire smallish, which I think frustrated groundctrl, who really wanted a BIG blaze, but even 'smallish' we required a ten foot stick to cook our sausages and marshmallows. (I tried with a shorter stick and was roasting myself quite well.) And then the person who cooked the sausage would continue holding the stick while the rest of us got bites off the sausage, trying not to poke ourselves in the eye. :) littleredhead says this should be a bachelorette party game; "Feed Me With A Ten Foot Pole." (Although neither of us has ever been to a bachelorette party, so we have no idea what sort of games are played.) We had hot beef sausages, beef with cheese, and sweet apple chicken, and there's nothing like sausages burnt 'til they split over and open flame, alternated withkettlecorn (lightly caramel coated popcorn) and washed down with lemonade - what a feast!
My brother (Eightball) called yesterday, just about the time I was starting making the curry (like 3:30 in the afternoon? It wasn't finished until almost 9 - this curry requires time investment.) - he was in the car wash (which, I guess he goes to a place where they do it for you) and saw something about the Rockland Lobster Festival on the tv, and felt like calling someone in the family. Lobster Festival used to be the thing for us - we would have a big family gathering, with all the traditional foods: tiny triangular deviled ham, canned chicken and egg salad sandwiches on white bread, deviled eggs, and Zarex and gingerale punch, and then everyone had to walk up to see the parade, and our parents would give us a little money and send us off to the fair by ourselves, with admonitions to watch out for each other, and they might catch up with us later. We had one set of cousins who couldn't go with us - they never got to do anything fun because their parents wanted them watched by an adult all the time. I always felt sorry for them. And never really got to know them, because they couldn't hang out. Nothing bad ever happened to any of us besides being ill from riding the Tilt-a-Whirl after eating deviled ham. ;>
Gosh, got to do some dishes, there's a lot from that curry.
I didn't write about how much fun it was burning brush with
littleredhead and groundctrl, mainly because I was an exhausted little zombie all day yesterday. Totally worth it, though. :) Burning things is always fun, right? We kept the fire smallish, which I think frustrated groundctrl, who really wanted a BIG blaze, but even 'smallish' we required a ten foot stick to cook our sausages and marshmallows. (I tried with a shorter stick and was roasting myself quite well.) And then the person who cooked the sausage would continue holding the stick while the rest of us got bites off the sausage, trying not to poke ourselves in the eye. :) littleredhead says this should be a bachelorette party game; "Feed Me With A Ten Foot Pole." (Although neither of us has ever been to a bachelorette party, so we have no idea what sort of games are played.) We had hot beef sausages, beef with cheese, and sweet apple chicken, and there's nothing like sausages burnt 'til they split over and open flame, alternated withkettlecorn (lightly caramel coated popcorn) and washed down with lemonade - what a feast! My brother (Eightball) called yesterday, just about the time I was starting making the curry (like 3:30 in the afternoon? It wasn't finished until almost 9 - this curry requires time investment.) - he was in the car wash (which, I guess he goes to a place where they do it for you) and saw something about the Rockland Lobster Festival on the tv, and felt like calling someone in the family. Lobster Festival used to be the thing for us - we would have a big family gathering, with all the traditional foods: tiny triangular deviled ham, canned chicken and egg salad sandwiches on white bread, deviled eggs, and Zarex and gingerale punch, and then everyone had to walk up to see the parade, and our parents would give us a little money and send us off to the fair by ourselves, with admonitions to watch out for each other, and they might catch up with us later. We had one set of cousins who couldn't go with us - they never got to do anything fun because their parents wanted them watched by an adult all the time. I always felt sorry for them. And never really got to know them, because they couldn't hang out. Nothing bad ever happened to any of us besides being ill from riding the Tilt-a-Whirl after eating deviled ham. ;>
Gosh, got to do some dishes, there's a lot from that curry.