I am old enough to remember getting on an elevator in a department store and telling the attendant which floor I desired. Or, I guess my mother did, as I was young, likely holding the hand of one of my three younger brothers. But, I do remember, going to the big department store downtown and getting off on the floor we requested.
Real life department for me, please (actually, I'd rather have the fantasy life department, but I haven't made it there so far), just in case you think this is one of those blogs that makes life look impossibly beautiful, or happy. Nope. Real life here.
I woke up on Monday morning ready for a better week (last week's UTI and flea bites out of my mind, mostly). Faith and I had an annual trip to the country scheduled with my mom, so we dressed and headed out, camera in bag, to the country and Ye Olde Mill -- i.e. Velvet ice cream factory.
It was a brisk and windy morning, but we enjoyed walking around the pond, and lunch in the restaurant with a big waffle cone of Butter Pecan Cashew for dessert (that was my pick...Faith's was Raspberry Fudge Cordial).
the sweet little kitten that was lunch entertainment
It will be a week before it is repaired. We lost everything in the freezer and a lot of the fridge. Fortunately we have an extra fridge, it's just in the basement, so the silver lining is maybe we'll all get more exercise.
Noah is struggling in algebra II. Every day is a new day, depending on whether or not we get an email with quiz or test results. The mood switches real fast in our house these days -- it could give you whiplash. I wish I could help, but algebra I is my limit. We're paying a tutor, but so far $160 a month is not cutting it.
We have a birthday this weekend -- my oldest will be 24. Sigh. He's coming home and we'll have a big dinner with his grandmas. He asked for pernil al horno, which I think is pretty much carnitas (I think pernil is Puerto Rican and Carnitas are Mexican, but the flavors look the same). We'll have some black beans and rice and flan, and big bowl of salsa and guacamole.
I hope your October is feeling better than mine. I seriously feel like I wake up and something bad happens, every day. I also feel like I am so tired, I am dragging myself through life. I seriously walk as slow as molasses. What time do you go to bed every night? Do you go to bed before you go to sleep, for reading or relaxing?
By the way, thank you all for the nice comments on the post from Saturday. I wanted to respond to them, but then the fridge conked out. Maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow's another day, right Scarlett?