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Jul. 18th, 2015 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWe're home now. I got up around 7 a.m., and Scott got up a little after that. Our packing was done relatively rapidly because Scott had packed up all of our games and DVDs the night before and because we hadn't brought any food or cooking utensils. We only had to pack up my coffee, Scott's tea, and the almonds we'd bought. We ended up with the instant oatmeal and a roll of paper towels, too.
I probably should have written my daily post this morning, but I kept thinking I was going to run out of time because I thought the must-be-gone-by-10 was a hard limit instead of a squishy one. We were out of the house by 10:10, but then people wanted to take some family photographs. With one thing and another, it was easily 11:00 by the time we pulled out of the driveway. The owners actually showed up to look the place over before we were gone.
Yesterday evening, it was our evening to cook. Scott had made the absolute most minimal plans, so I wasn't at all sure what to do. For example, we needed a vegetable, but he hadn't bought one. He'd bought brats and buns, and that was it. There were some leftover green beans from a couple of nights before and the remains of a veggie stir fry from even earlier, and Scott's brother managed to find some broccoli in the depths of the fridge. Fortunately, he was willing to cook it because the only way I know to cook vegetables is to dump them in our silicone steamer and microwave them (and we hadn't thought to bring the steamer. Not that we'd have been able to use it anyway. Scott's sister is utterly convinced it's poisonous).
Unfortunately, the brats didn't actually get done on the inside by the time they were starting to char on the outside. We didn't discover that until people bit or cut into them. I was okay because my chicken sausages were precooked, but all of the brats had to be microwaved for several minutes.
Scott's parents taught Cordelia how to play euchre last night while Scott and his brother and a couple of others played Betrayal at the House on the Hill. Scott said afterward that it was the most boring session of that game he'd ever played.
My brain has been really, really foggy the last few days. I guess it goes along with the full body achiness. I have a few things I'd like to do, but they require ongoing audio from my laptop that wouldn't have been polite while we were on vacation and still wouldn't be polite because Scott is watching some movie or another. (The volume is so low on the TV that we can't follow the dialog. I think it's the movie rather than the TV because the episode of Girl Meets World that Cordelia watched right before this was easy to hear.)
I probably should have written my daily post this morning, but I kept thinking I was going to run out of time because I thought the must-be-gone-by-10 was a hard limit instead of a squishy one. We were out of the house by 10:10, but then people wanted to take some family photographs. With one thing and another, it was easily 11:00 by the time we pulled out of the driveway. The owners actually showed up to look the place over before we were gone.
Yesterday evening, it was our evening to cook. Scott had made the absolute most minimal plans, so I wasn't at all sure what to do. For example, we needed a vegetable, but he hadn't bought one. He'd bought brats and buns, and that was it. There were some leftover green beans from a couple of nights before and the remains of a veggie stir fry from even earlier, and Scott's brother managed to find some broccoli in the depths of the fridge. Fortunately, he was willing to cook it because the only way I know to cook vegetables is to dump them in our silicone steamer and microwave them (and we hadn't thought to bring the steamer. Not that we'd have been able to use it anyway. Scott's sister is utterly convinced it's poisonous).
Unfortunately, the brats didn't actually get done on the inside by the time they were starting to char on the outside. We didn't discover that until people bit or cut into them. I was okay because my chicken sausages were precooked, but all of the brats had to be microwaved for several minutes.
Scott's parents taught Cordelia how to play euchre last night while Scott and his brother and a couple of others played Betrayal at the House on the Hill. Scott said afterward that it was the most boring session of that game he'd ever played.
My brain has been really, really foggy the last few days. I guess it goes along with the full body achiness. I have a few things I'd like to do, but they require ongoing audio from my laptop that wouldn't have been polite while we were on vacation and still wouldn't be polite because Scott is watching some movie or another. (The volume is so low on the TV that we can't follow the dialog. I think it's the movie rather than the TV because the episode of Girl Meets World that Cordelia watched right before this was easy to hear.)
