Friday, Saturday
Jun. 12th, 2005 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsFriday night dinner was halibut chowder. I used my deepest cast-iron pot and started with six pieces of bacon. While they fried (deep-fat fried, even) I chopped up an onion, celery and shredded a carrot. I fished out the bacon and tossed in the veggies to saute,. After a few minutes, I put in some flour, then five cups of milk slowly, then six diced potatoes, salt and pepper. Simmer 30 minutes, then toss in 2 pounds of halibut and 2 more cups of milk. Let cook ten more minutes.
My mom called while I was cooking. I promised her I would send her photos of the house and recent things that have mostly appeared on my blog since she doesn't use computers. She gave me word about how my family was doing.
We watched MST3K Jack Frost. The cute heroine was painfully cute, the hero ridiculously blond, the villains very silly. It was a Russian fairy tale, their version of Rudolf The Red-Nosed Reindeer, and it was every pointless tale in Russian history: Baba Yaga's hut, strange mushroom sorcerers, men transformed into bears. Afterward, I got a full night's sleep, which was a new experience after last week.
I spent Saturday morning and afternoon gardening. I pulled up multiple ten-gallon buckets of weeds and weed-whacked the entire front yard behind the walkway. The girls spent time with me out of doors, playing on the swings, but around lunchtime it started to rain. The girls made their own lunches, which was fun. Yamaarashi-chan learned how to open a can of tuna. Omaha slept through the afternoon-- her cold was really knocking out. After lunch, I let the girls play video games while I ran about 40 color photos out of my printer to send to my mother (yeah, the guilt got to me). She wanted photos of the house, so she could see "where we lived." Thanks to Google, I included a photo from space. I also sent her five photos from Kouryou-chan's first modelling session. That and an eight-page letter printed on really wonderful ancient SCA-style stationary made for a package too heavy to fit in an ordinary envelope. I'll have to wait until Monday to send it out.
After a dinner of leftovers and hot dogs, we put the girls to bed. Omaha bathed them and I got them dressed and did Yamaarashi-chan's eye therapies, then Omaha and I went down to watch another MST3K: Secret Agent Super Dragon. It was a cheap Italian knockoff of the Bond genre, with the villians even less colorful, the hero even more rude and sexist, and the conflicting good-girl, bad-girl pair both incredible bombshells who had a tendency to be found in their underwear. So it wasn't all bad.
My mom called while I was cooking. I promised her I would send her photos of the house and recent things that have mostly appeared on my blog since she doesn't use computers. She gave me word about how my family was doing.
We watched MST3K Jack Frost. The cute heroine was painfully cute, the hero ridiculously blond, the villains very silly. It was a Russian fairy tale, their version of Rudolf The Red-Nosed Reindeer, and it was every pointless tale in Russian history: Baba Yaga's hut, strange mushroom sorcerers, men transformed into bears. Afterward, I got a full night's sleep, which was a new experience after last week.
I spent Saturday morning and afternoon gardening. I pulled up multiple ten-gallon buckets of weeds and weed-whacked the entire front yard behind the walkway. The girls spent time with me out of doors, playing on the swings, but around lunchtime it started to rain. The girls made their own lunches, which was fun. Yamaarashi-chan learned how to open a can of tuna. Omaha slept through the afternoon-- her cold was really knocking out. After lunch, I let the girls play video games while I ran about 40 color photos out of my printer to send to my mother (yeah, the guilt got to me). She wanted photos of the house, so she could see "where we lived." Thanks to Google, I included a photo from space. I also sent her five photos from Kouryou-chan's first modelling session. That and an eight-page letter printed on really wonderful ancient SCA-style stationary made for a package too heavy to fit in an ordinary envelope. I'll have to wait until Monday to send it out.
After a dinner of leftovers and hot dogs, we put the girls to bed. Omaha bathed them and I got them dressed and did Yamaarashi-chan's eye therapies, then Omaha and I went down to watch another MST3K: Secret Agent Super Dragon. It was a cheap Italian knockoff of the Bond genre, with the villians even less colorful, the hero even more rude and sexist, and the conflicting good-girl, bad-girl pair both incredible bombshells who had a tendency to be found in their underwear. So it wasn't all bad.
