Friday Aug 5th –
Friday I didn’t do much either π
Venturing out side I sat on the deck, trying to soak up as much sun as possible since who knows how much sun I’ll be seeing once I’m back in rainy Holland π
Also, gotta love having the actual privacy of a yard without ten neighbours being able to see you ππ
Mom had worked on making cherry jelly/syrup the day before but she wasn’t happy with how it was setting so she was re-boiling it.
We got distracted and it boiled over…twice π
The first time it wasn’t too bad.
The sticky mess was scoured clean by Mom, as it was her mess to clean.
The second time however, it cooked onto the element much harder and didn’t smell so pleasant, smoking the house up enough for the fire alarm to go offπ Resulting in the security people calling to check if everything was okay.
It was, just burnt jelly is all π
The stuff remaining did thicken though and it was enjoyed over pancakes for supper πππ»π
After supper and coffee had been finished off, I drove over to Nathin’s for some brother/sister bonding time.
Otherwise known as a movie night ππΏπ«
It was a good movie night and around three hours later I was heading back to the house π
Saturday Aug 6th –
Garbage day in the hamlet of MacDowall, meaning Becca was a dear and came and got ours to take with theirs.
Leaving Spencer with me momentarily, which was nice but also long enough as I know not the ways of babies and what’s needed to comfort them besides sleeping and eating π¬
Once she was back she decided to hang out for a while, which turned into most of the day ππ
Lounging on the deck, relaxing and chatting just like old times.
Being home this long has been awesome, but making old habits and daily rituals slide back into place which makes it feel as though I never really left.
Reality will be hitting hard π
Nathin golfs not far from home (a little obsessively if you ask me but not many people do ππβ³οΈ) and had said the golf course served food.
We decided to take a break from supper making and dish washing and all go there to eat π
Once home I had the incessant urge for a cup of coffee.
That urge is normal and real through much of the day but there is just those other times when nothing sounds better than a fresh brew π
Though it was nearing 8 Dad made a pot for me and we all sipped in the aromatic drink.
Really we have drank it too much, so I’m not actually sure how much the whole caffeine part takes effect, making it a perfectly acceptable before bed drink πβοΈ
Third time was a charmπ³Noπ₯ππ» I am touched that you would take credit for distracting me although I don’t remember it being you. If you were partly to blame you could have scoured some tooπ
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