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Jul. 5th, 2015 09:27 amWe ran pretty late getting up to Scott's parents' house yesterday because Scott didn't get done showering until about 1:00. We didn't get out the door until at least a half hour after that, and we stopped at a Burger King for lunch and Target for new water shoes for Scott and Cordelia on the way up, so it was nearly 3:00 by the time we got there. Scott's sister and her daughter were really impatient to go out on the boat by that time. It still took quite some time for Scott and Cordelia to get changed and ready to go. I'm not sure they left before 4:00.
They stayed out until about 6:30. By that time, Scott's sister's dog (the most mellow and laid back dog imaginable. He never demands attention) had roused himself to come over and stare at me. I'm pretty sure he was assuming that, as the only human present, I was responsible for feeding him. Unfortunately for him, I didn't know where Scott's sister had stashed the food, so he had to wait. Judging by occasions past, they usually feed him some time between 5:00 and 6:00.
According to the reports I got, the lake was extremely crowded. The place they usually stop for swimming was packed, so they couldn't go there. Scott's mother ended up calling around to find a friend who lives lake front who didn't mind having their boat in front of her house. I suspect that this trouble in finding a place to swim was a big part of why they stayed out so late.
Our brother-in-law and nephew were apparently just back from a Boy Scout campout. Our brother-in-law came up in time for dinner, but we never saw our nephew at all. He'd gone to some sort of party with his friends. The original plan was for him to meet us all at the place where we were to watch the fireworks, but he never did show up, and none of us were particularly surprised.
Some of the chicken Scott's father grilled for dinner turned out not to be done all the way through, so Scott's mother had to microwave about five pieces of chicken (small ones, but still). Scott's sister has started making potato salad for all of these occasions. I can't have it because she puts chunks of egg in. It's not a great burden because I'm sort of eh on potato salad. Also, it's not uncommon, at these gatherings, for there to be one dish that she can't have, so it balances. Her diet is a heck of a lot more restricted than mine, whatever I think about her reasons for it.
We watched the fireworks from the parking lot of the Fenton Target. The place was only 1/3 to 1/2 full which surprised us because it's a really good place for watching. Two years ago, the place was overfull. Last year, while Cordelia and I were camping with her Girl Scout troop, the family tried a different location, one that Scott hated. According to Scott, when he asked his parents where we'd be this year, they had completely forgotten last year's experiment and were simply assuming Target since that's where we always go.
We got there later than we usually do, so we were expecting to have trouble finding a good spot, but there were still parking places left along the edge of the lot next to the wide grassy strip where we usually set up. Scott dropped me and Cordelia off and went to get gas because he thought he might not have enough to get out of the lot to a gas station after the fireworks given the likely traffic back ups. He was back before the fireworks actually started.
We really need to buy Cordelia a full sized chair this year. She still fits her small one, and it's not teeny tiny, but she's 5'2" now. An adult sized chair seems appropriate. If we'd arrived earlier and if my ankle weren't an issue, I'd have gone into Target in search of a bigger chair. As it was, the store closed about ten minutes after we arrived. I'm used to getting there early enough that we can go inside to pick up some munchies and bottled water. I missed the bottled water most because of my dry mouth issues. I wish I'd thought to bring my water bottle with me.
Scott's father brought a large bag full of popcorn. I think I'm the only one who didn't have any. I just couldn't because it had smelled so terrible while he was making it. I have no idea what sort of oil he used, but the process smelled like fish oil which is not something I find appetizing. Still, the popcorn must have tasted fine because people came back for seconds. Scott probably ate more popcorn than he should have, given his issues with corn. I'm really hoping he'll escape intestinal repercussions from that as they would make all the things he really needs to do today very difficult.
Scott thought he was joking when he suggested stopping at an all night store for the stuff we would normally have bought at Target, but Cordelia and I were enthusiastic about the idea, so we stopped and bought some candy and chips.
It was midnight by the time we got home, but I thought it was a good idea to ice my ankle, so it was 1:00 by the time I started getting ready for bed and 2:00 by the time Scott finally joined me in bed. I woke at 8:30 this morning and decided to get up, in spite of being short on sleep, because it's better to take my morning meds relatively early (it's largely a matter of wanting to be able to take my lunch meds and eat lunch early enough that I'm actually hungry for dinner at a sensible time. I take doses of the same med at breakfast and lunch time, and I really prefer to have four hours between the doses).
They stayed out until about 6:30. By that time, Scott's sister's dog (the most mellow and laid back dog imaginable. He never demands attention) had roused himself to come over and stare at me. I'm pretty sure he was assuming that, as the only human present, I was responsible for feeding him. Unfortunately for him, I didn't know where Scott's sister had stashed the food, so he had to wait. Judging by occasions past, they usually feed him some time between 5:00 and 6:00.
According to the reports I got, the lake was extremely crowded. The place they usually stop for swimming was packed, so they couldn't go there. Scott's mother ended up calling around to find a friend who lives lake front who didn't mind having their boat in front of her house. I suspect that this trouble in finding a place to swim was a big part of why they stayed out so late.
Our brother-in-law and nephew were apparently just back from a Boy Scout campout. Our brother-in-law came up in time for dinner, but we never saw our nephew at all. He'd gone to some sort of party with his friends. The original plan was for him to meet us all at the place where we were to watch the fireworks, but he never did show up, and none of us were particularly surprised.
Some of the chicken Scott's father grilled for dinner turned out not to be done all the way through, so Scott's mother had to microwave about five pieces of chicken (small ones, but still). Scott's sister has started making potato salad for all of these occasions. I can't have it because she puts chunks of egg in. It's not a great burden because I'm sort of eh on potato salad. Also, it's not uncommon, at these gatherings, for there to be one dish that she can't have, so it balances. Her diet is a heck of a lot more restricted than mine, whatever I think about her reasons for it.
We watched the fireworks from the parking lot of the Fenton Target. The place was only 1/3 to 1/2 full which surprised us because it's a really good place for watching. Two years ago, the place was overfull. Last year, while Cordelia and I were camping with her Girl Scout troop, the family tried a different location, one that Scott hated. According to Scott, when he asked his parents where we'd be this year, they had completely forgotten last year's experiment and were simply assuming Target since that's where we always go.
We got there later than we usually do, so we were expecting to have trouble finding a good spot, but there were still parking places left along the edge of the lot next to the wide grassy strip where we usually set up. Scott dropped me and Cordelia off and went to get gas because he thought he might not have enough to get out of the lot to a gas station after the fireworks given the likely traffic back ups. He was back before the fireworks actually started.
We really need to buy Cordelia a full sized chair this year. She still fits her small one, and it's not teeny tiny, but she's 5'2" now. An adult sized chair seems appropriate. If we'd arrived earlier and if my ankle weren't an issue, I'd have gone into Target in search of a bigger chair. As it was, the store closed about ten minutes after we arrived. I'm used to getting there early enough that we can go inside to pick up some munchies and bottled water. I missed the bottled water most because of my dry mouth issues. I wish I'd thought to bring my water bottle with me.
Scott's father brought a large bag full of popcorn. I think I'm the only one who didn't have any. I just couldn't because it had smelled so terrible while he was making it. I have no idea what sort of oil he used, but the process smelled like fish oil which is not something I find appetizing. Still, the popcorn must have tasted fine because people came back for seconds. Scott probably ate more popcorn than he should have, given his issues with corn. I'm really hoping he'll escape intestinal repercussions from that as they would make all the things he really needs to do today very difficult.
Scott thought he was joking when he suggested stopping at an all night store for the stuff we would normally have bought at Target, but Cordelia and I were enthusiastic about the idea, so we stopped and bought some candy and chips.
It was midnight by the time we got home, but I thought it was a good idea to ice my ankle, so it was 1:00 by the time I started getting ready for bed and 2:00 by the time Scott finally joined me in bed. I woke at 8:30 this morning and decided to get up, in spite of being short on sleep, because it's better to take my morning meds relatively early (it's largely a matter of wanting to be able to take my lunch meds and eat lunch early enough that I'm actually hungry for dinner at a sensible time. I take doses of the same med at breakfast and lunch time, and I really prefer to have four hours between the doses).
