The weekend: Kouryou-chan turns eleven
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elfsWow. I'm totally not ready for Kouryou-chan to be eleven. But it has happened, and we all had a good time. Friday was her actual birthday, and as we have our family traditions, we took her to The Cheesecake Factory, where we ate ridiculous amounts of food, and followed it by even more ridiculous amounts of cheesecake. I was surprised by the quality of the hamburger: I'm not used to a chain being quite so good, but the blue cheese they put on my burger was subtle and excellent.
Saturday, we went to her friends' birthday party, where we had more of the same. This was after a full day of dance rehearsals, first Kouryou-chan's ballet, then Storm's hip-hop. I gotta tell ya, a dozen little girls can still funk up a dance room after an hour and a half of hard work. The party was held afterward at Third Place Books, a kind of book store with a massive food court, and we had arrived after a Star-Wars themed afternoon event, so the bookstore was decked out in STar Wars and Star Wars Lego stuff. (I swear, the Star Wars Lego stuff is so popular, 1000 years from now it will be the purists' version. This minor classic will be analyzed for George Lucas' bold decision to go forward despite the blocky limitations of first-generation CGI, and Irvin Kershner will be forever hated for re-shooting it as a live-action series.)
Sunday, Omaha and I hit the salon for our haircuts, and then back home we cleaned out the garden. That was sad. The garden this year was mostly a failure: plenty of lettuce, but few tomatoes. The best was the pumpkins, which produced a lot of good food. We trimmed back the rhubarb, left the scallions and celery to see if anything else would happen, raked leaves. I carefully raked around the pear tree; we're trying to prevent a recurrence of Pear Scab, a nasty fungal infection, and the first step is to reduce fungal load by getting all of the leaves up.
There was a flurry of household cleaning: dishes done, floors vacuumed. I helped Lisakit assemble a desk for her computer that her grandmother had gotten her; the old one was falling apart. I put the three chicken carcasses in the deep freezer into a pot with some water and rendered it down into a gallon of broth, a quart of which went into a batch of chicken noodle stew, both comforting and delicious. We played several rounds of Boggle!, and Kouryou-chan kept up for once.
Domesticity is comforting. At least there's some routine there.
Saturday, we went to her friends' birthday party, where we had more of the same. This was after a full day of dance rehearsals, first Kouryou-chan's ballet, then Storm's hip-hop. I gotta tell ya, a dozen little girls can still funk up a dance room after an hour and a half of hard work. The party was held afterward at Third Place Books, a kind of book store with a massive food court, and we had arrived after a Star-Wars themed afternoon event, so the bookstore was decked out in STar Wars and Star Wars Lego stuff. (I swear, the Star Wars Lego stuff is so popular, 1000 years from now it will be the purists' version. This minor classic will be analyzed for George Lucas' bold decision to go forward despite the blocky limitations of first-generation CGI, and Irvin Kershner will be forever hated for re-shooting it as a live-action series.)
Sunday, Omaha and I hit the salon for our haircuts, and then back home we cleaned out the garden. That was sad. The garden this year was mostly a failure: plenty of lettuce, but few tomatoes. The best was the pumpkins, which produced a lot of good food. We trimmed back the rhubarb, left the scallions and celery to see if anything else would happen, raked leaves. I carefully raked around the pear tree; we're trying to prevent a recurrence of Pear Scab, a nasty fungal infection, and the first step is to reduce fungal load by getting all of the leaves up.
There was a flurry of household cleaning: dishes done, floors vacuumed. I helped Lisakit assemble a desk for her computer that her grandmother had gotten her; the old one was falling apart. I put the three chicken carcasses in the deep freezer into a pot with some water and rendered it down into a gallon of broth, a quart of which went into a batch of chicken noodle stew, both comforting and delicious. We played several rounds of Boggle!, and Kouryou-chan kept up for once.
Domesticity is comforting. At least there's some routine there.
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Date: 2010-11-17 05:00 am (UTC)