Thursday, August 26, 2021

Washington Reopen, Day 57

I think it might have finally rained Thursday evening, after we came inside. It looks like the sidewalk is damp.


Colin had his two bottom canines extracted today to make room for his permanent teeth. The dentist put them in a little plastic box, which he has placed under his pillow. He was still a little numb at lunch time, but wanted to eat a little banana bread anyway. Nicole brought him home a smoothie. She had gone to return something at Whole Foods and pick up a few other things in preparation for our next camping trip.

Colin also had a piano lesson in the afternoon. Lydia was working on Zelda. Rachel finished the new book she got from the bookstore yesterday. She wanted to go back and get another new book, but both her parents told her it could wait. She reorganized her bookshelves, instead? I'm not sure what Eric was up to all day, but he seems to be feeling better.

After dinner, we all went for a walk through the cemetery. The gates at the north end were both locked, which almost prevented us from entering, except that there is a significant gap between the hedge and the walking gate. I had never seen it locked before. I wonder what it's meant to prevent. We saw lots of Italian arum gone to fruit along the outside.

I carried Eric most of the way, on my shoulders or piggy back, because he had been reluctant to come due to deciding that we should have root beer floats first. We insisted they should come after. Then, as we exited the cemetery, he wanted to take the shortest route home, even though he wasn't walking, and nonsensically persisted in demanding to go back and walk the shorter way, even as we were walking up the alley to the house. I told him to close his eyes and simulated retracing our steps, but he peeked. Still, it seemed like the float put an end to his discontent.

I passed the halfway point in Genji, mixed up bread dough for tomorrow, refilled the whole wheat flour from a bucket, and revealed intriguing news in Green Ember. The next chapter shares the book's title. I found one more pear fallen from the trees today, but the bigger deal was the one I didn't find, the biggest and ripest. I wonder who got that one. I counted 29 apples on our four columnar apple trees. They're not ripe yet.

3 comments:

Tanya said...

When's your next camping trip?

Roy said...

Sunday to Tuesday.

mt San Francisco said...

Squirrels...I'll bet your big, ripe pear is supporting the local population.