Today was the best kind of vacation day, the sort where you have no real plan and end up taking a 2 hour nap on accident and then spending the evening outside.  Also there were   donuts.

We ran out to the best bakery in the world in the morning and bought a simply ludicrous number of donuts.  The plan was to have extra for our breakfast tomorrow, but various appetites expanded to fill the quantity of donuts so the only ones left for the drive are the ones glazed and then rolled in finely chopped peanuts.  My mom and I are happy, but no one else is.  Fortunately the bakery is on our way out of town.

And then we just relaxed.  The boys played.  I knit on geeky craft exchange Bigger on the Inside shawls with all my might and main.  Raphael got put down for a nap at 2 and sucked me into a nap as well around 3:30.

In the evening we played cornhole and looked for a snapper turtle that was lurking around the dock and I acquired a precious supply of rhubarb to bring home with us.  Rhubarb is $8/pound in Texas grocery stores.  And it’s not in great shape by the time it goes on sale either.

I haven’t seen my oldest cousin a lot since we’ve been nominal adults, but I’ve spent more time with him in the last two days than in the last 15 years and it has been interesting getting reacquainted.  I think I maybe understand him better now than I did when we were kids, and the naturalist in him gets along with the biologist in me very well.

He saw a snapper turtle pop it’s head up in the lake while we were halfway through our second game of cornhole and so David and I stayed out on the dock with him for another hour, hoping to catch it so David could get a close look at it.  Apparently it’s egg laying season and she’s looking for a place to lay.  And we talked about turtles and fishing and how deer will eat birds if given the opportunity and Wild Kratts, which was David’s contribution.

Later the boys and I FaceTimed Daddy to say goodnight.  It’s rough on them being apart from him.  David is intent on fishing at home, to hone his skill for the next visit, and Mike has promised to look into it.

Tomorrow we head home, two days of driving. And the weather in Texas is not promising.  And then it’s back into the grind.  At least, by the time we get home, Mike will be off for the summer.

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It’s been a long while.  I’ve really fallen out of the habit of blogging.  Mostly this is because I stare at this white space and panic, knowing that I don’t have anything really profound, or even especially grammatically correct, to say here.  And then I close the window and hit delete.  Eventually, I stopped even opening the window to write in the first place.

But, thanks to a convoluted series of events that I don’t need to go into, I’ve looked up a couple of my old blog posts and realized how much I recorded daily life back when David was small, and how much I had forgotten about things like visits to zoo, etc.  And right now we’re in Minnesota – we came for a family wedding and are spending a few days extra with my aunt and uncle, cousin and his wife, just visiting and reminiscing.  These together have encouraged me to begin writing again.  Nothing profound, just a record of daily life.  Right now especially, between work and homeschool and CCE planning and knitting and visiting, time is just screaming by.  I suspect I’ve lost too many moments the last few years to the fog of parenthood and the mists of time.  I’d like to try not to lose too many more.

So!  We’re staying at my aunt and uncle’s house, which is on the shore of one of Minnesota’s 10,000 lakes.  Mike flew out Sunday evening – he can’t take vacation around three day weekends during the school year. My sister and her family left to drive home yesterday, and we left our resort cabin to come here.

My cousin took a group of us out on the lakes.  He’s changed so much since we were kids, is so much more tolerant and friendly.  I adored him when I was little – he was a year older than I was – and I was a terrible pest, following him around endlessly during our summer visits, and he tormented me in return.

But now, we seem to know each other better.  We can tease each other without the undertone of childish malice.  He was laughing on the boat because his mom and aunt would rather look at houses and talk about who lives where, but we would rather look for turtles and fish and the mysterious underwater features of the lake, because he says we aren’t really grown up.

Another cousin and his wife are having a baby in November.  It’s very exciting finally someone I know is having a baby in a geographic and temporal location for optimum knitting!  I had a perfectly brilliant idea for a baby gift and his siblings and I colluded quite happily on the details.

We have one more day here, then leave for the long drive home.

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The Mashed Potato Ratio

…Thanksgiving is coming.

Per fist sized potato:

  • 1/4 cup sour cream
  • 1 Tbsp butter
  • 1/4 tsp salt (if using unsalted butter)

Mash until thoroughly chastened.

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