It’s Monday night as I’m writing this and we’re sitting here watching something on The Outdoor Channel. At least I think it’s the Outdoor Channel because all the commercials are for Farmersonly.com and ammunition. And I have no idea what show is currently on because I’m not really paying attention, but every now and then I hear the host say things like “The hippo tipped the boat and killed two men”. Which, let’s be honest, is a horrific scenario. Yet it’s made even worse because apparently now the host has decided to investigate further and is going to get in a boat to go down that same river in an attempt to what? I don’t know. See if he can also get killed by a hippo?
This is why I’ll never be the host of my own outdoor show. Well, that and the fact that I am not very outdoorsy unless you count how I like to drink wine outside on a patio on a nice evening. “Tonight we are enjoying a nice cabernet that has never one time tipped a person out of a boat and killed them”.
Speaking of sitting outside, P has spent the last few months building us an outdoor kitchen space. We got furniture for it right after Christmas and Piper feels it’s the greatest thing that has ever happened to her.
I considered fighting the battle of keeping them off the furniture for 3.5 seconds before deciding there was no way my sanity could survive it. And so we decided we’ll just flip the cushions when people come over to visit. In the meantime, Piper spends most of her time looking at us through the kitchen windows over the back of the couch.
She’s like our very own creeper.
In other news, we had a complete weekend of nothing here which was so nice and probably our last one for the foreseeable future. And it fell at the perfect time because I spent several days last week not feeling great and Caroline is exhausted between soccer and school and P has been working like crazy. On Friday night he grilled burgers and we sat outside by the fire. Then Saturday we went on search for new soccer cleats because Caroline and her feet keep growing at a rate that rivals the speed of light. Sunday morning we had church and then a glorious day of nothing else.
And Monday. Today was the day I decided to tackle the playroom, the cabinet in the dining room and the cabinets in our living room. I’ve said before that nothing makes me feel as accomplished as taking a carload of stuff to Goodwill and today was no exception. We are officially a Barbie-free household now. Not that Caroline has touched a Barbie in many years but I’d always felt like I should hold on to them for reasons that aren’t entirely clear, especially when you factor in how rough she was on her Barbies and they were a motley crew of bad haircuts in various stages of undress even during their peak years.
I also cleaned out craft supplies gone bad. They’d started smoking and joined a gang. Or maybe a bunch of glue had just dried out and a lot of construction paper had seen better days. And then I went through the cookbooks in my kitchen and got rid of a bunch of them because the internet exists. I only saved my favorites that have recipes I actually use and figured I could search on Pinterest if I ever decide to actually make phyllo wrapped halibut filets in lemon-scallion sauce which, considering I haven’t made in the eighteen years I’ve had access to that recipe, probably isn’t likely to happen.
Also, I don’t care for halibut.
I also have decided I’m completely done with chicken in almost every form, but that’s a story for another day.