Monday morning, everyone left but me. I stayed home to help out with the kids' afternoon plans before Nicole came home. She went to teach at Lincoln High School, today. Rachel's future school has basically the same schedule as Hamilton.
I'm finding that moving back and forth between the office and home introduces some overhead. I don't have the same context in the two places, so it's hard to pick up where I left off, especially after a weekend. That might be a reason to work Fridays from home too, but that would require planning ahead.
At lunch time, I became acutely aware that I had burned my mouth on last night's soup. It took me a bit to realize that was what I was feeling. Rachel said it manifested at lunch for her, too. I don't know why. I tried to figure out what temperature we should let our soup cool to before digging in, but the Internet was less helpful on this question than I expected, with answers focusing on how restaurants should serve soup. For clear broths they suggest 210 degrees, i.e., nearly boiling, obviously no help in my circumstances.
Lydia and Eric came home after school, while Colin went straight to Rachel's Playground with the neighbor. He had missed the birthday party on Saturday because he had a different one to attend. After a snack, the other two went to join them. Colin came back a while later to get water and use the restroom, but by the time he returned, it was time to come home again.
Nicole and Rachel went shopping after dropping off Flavia, I think. They told some story about showing the clerk at the dollar store Rachel's Instagram feed. They picked up Homegrown sandwiches for dinner and I made popcorn to accompany it, at Nicole's suggestion. I thought of Bullwinkle's. Popcorn as a substitute for French fries—under-utilized. We did not have grape dumplings for dessert, but I learned of their existence today due to an article in the Seattle Times, and I am intrigued.
After dinner, Nicole took the girls to Coe. I read a book. She came back crowing about horse. Lydia took the phone back out to photograph a rabbit.
In today's French reading, I learned the word (h)aussière, hawser (the large rope for towing or mooring a barge or ship), plus several related words from the dictionary: amarrer (to moor), touer (to tow), and haler (to haul) via haleur, the person who hauls the boat.
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Some of us are, apparently, better adapted for working in various environments than others. But, I've had a lot of practice, too.
I like the link between your title, work experience and French reading. Bravo!
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