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So it turned out that yesterday was chaotic too.
In the morning I had the typical Saturday where I wake up early because my circadian rhythm is set that way, so do some voicework, get that sent over, and then relax a bit before Michelle feels ready to head out. Lazy Saturday stuff.
Of course, what I also did was I forget that we had an oil change at noon and so did Michelle. She informed me of this right as I was serving her some lunch ramen. In desperation, we hurried to the service station for the big 35k which also ended up being close enough to actually get an inspection done. Score! But also bleagh because we had an appointment scheduled with the venue to go over details and weren't sure what to expect and I wanted to get another jam figured out since time is running short, meaning more picking. Everything taking a lot of time.
Michelle also wanted to check out Michael's since we're looking for cowbells as wedding gifts and they listed them there, so we've got a lot on our list of things to do.
In a surprise move, it turns out the oil check AND inspection pass with flying colors! This is the first time in... well awhile since we've had one of these checkups and not had a problem. We're both genuinely surprised and it means we're out of there earlier than expected.
We eat the ramen out of glass containers in a Walmart parking lot which is much busier than I'd expect for a Saturday morning.
We make it to the venue early... I think? No one is there and when someone notices us, they check our reservation and it was scheduled for 3? Ugh. I think there's some kind of email problem because I seem to never get replies from her confirming our time. It's okay though since Michelle already had her list figured out and we're getting things done. I think we pretty much solidified everything that needs to get done, so we're really good here.
Okay, off to Burlington and then we get the car washed like usual. Then we start looking around for this brand of Chex mix that seems to no longer exist: jalapeno cheese. It's not a priority, but it's been fixed in our minds so we keep wondering what the hell happened to it and so far the best conclusion is that it didn't sell well so was discontinued. Blasphemy.
I get my groceries for the week and they're thankfully minimal.
Fettuccine with eggplant and zucchini with shrimp I bought on sale a week ago and the leftovers of some frozen tenders. I anticipate a long night of sleep but keep waking up with a full bladder because of course I do, so just power through as I fight through the nausea of a headache and what Michelle believed to be a hangover.
I check the garden which has now flowered but has overgrown a lot. It turns out during my weekends of getting the wedding stuff done, someone was weeding the garden because of the condo association rules. UGH. Guilt. I wanted to compense them for the job, but the headache didn't make me think straight. She also wondered if we could meet with the rest of the board to discuss someone coming in to handle all the changes in the condo: apparently the recent initiatives have included things like a giant speed table-like bump and a few other rules that didn't make a big deal of sense.
Also, worms made holes in my beautiful purple peppers. UGH.
I kept feeling like I should go but Michelle said we have too much to do. As usual, she was right.
Off to a berry farm, picked for an hour while a group of teenagers did a chorus of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" not far from us. The sun is loud and bright and painful, but not as fearful as the thunder we hear off in a distance. I emptied out my wallet of cash to pay for the blueberries that I think would fill the amount we need for the jars and we leave as the sky began to spritz us with a cloudy sky. In ten minutes, it would downpour like something insane. There was a bonus to all this as well: the exertion and sweat finally cleared my head out and I wasn't throbbing with pain.
We decided to look for the Chex some more because why not? Besides, I needed a lemon for blueberry jam. Along the way, we see a line of people marching with signs.
"BAN ICE"
"FREE THE CHILDREN"
"REMEMBER PEDRO ARRIAGO-SANTOYA"
A protest marched through despite the weather of harsh rain that fought with their dedication. I was amazed and impressed at the collective will and the guilt came back again because I didn't know and we were too busy to help or participate or even follow their journey to a place that I had no knowledge of.
In order to avoid cooking, we got KFC and a man who may have been a functional autistic fellow manned the counter and was really helpful. He really urged me to fill in a survey of his performance.
"You don't have to do it," Michelle told me when I talked about the survey.
"I feel like I'm not doing enough these days." I filled out the survey and gushed about his performance. Perhaps that tiny bit of slacktivism will rebound some of the collective sins I felt I committed today.
By the way, blueberries might be my favorite fruit. Do you know why?
Because they don't make me insane preparing them for jam
Seriously, we got a gallon and quart so we could fill in a case of 12 ounce jars. I ended up using a gallon and a pint and we filled in 13.5 jars of the dark nectar instead. Everything about the process couldn't have been completed more perfectly.
Just bought two different types of bells for the weddings. With that, we'll have 36 bells and then the process will continue. I'm glad we're still ahead of the curve so far, but there's always more to do. By the way, Michael's? Cheap crap, you'd get a sturdier product if you made them out of tin cans. They wouldn't survive on a cow let alone a wedding.
I really should get some money to pay for the work on my part of the garden. Sigh.
In the morning I had the typical Saturday where I wake up early because my circadian rhythm is set that way, so do some voicework, get that sent over, and then relax a bit before Michelle feels ready to head out. Lazy Saturday stuff.
Of course, what I also did was I forget that we had an oil change at noon and so did Michelle. She informed me of this right as I was serving her some lunch ramen. In desperation, we hurried to the service station for the big 35k which also ended up being close enough to actually get an inspection done. Score! But also bleagh because we had an appointment scheduled with the venue to go over details and weren't sure what to expect and I wanted to get another jam figured out since time is running short, meaning more picking. Everything taking a lot of time.
Michelle also wanted to check out Michael's since we're looking for cowbells as wedding gifts and they listed them there, so we've got a lot on our list of things to do.
In a surprise move, it turns out the oil check AND inspection pass with flying colors! This is the first time in... well awhile since we've had one of these checkups and not had a problem. We're both genuinely surprised and it means we're out of there earlier than expected.
We eat the ramen out of glass containers in a Walmart parking lot which is much busier than I'd expect for a Saturday morning.
We make it to the venue early... I think? No one is there and when someone notices us, they check our reservation and it was scheduled for 3? Ugh. I think there's some kind of email problem because I seem to never get replies from her confirming our time. It's okay though since Michelle already had her list figured out and we're getting things done. I think we pretty much solidified everything that needs to get done, so we're really good here.
Okay, off to Burlington and then we get the car washed like usual. Then we start looking around for this brand of Chex mix that seems to no longer exist: jalapeno cheese. It's not a priority, but it's been fixed in our minds so we keep wondering what the hell happened to it and so far the best conclusion is that it didn't sell well so was discontinued. Blasphemy.
I get my groceries for the week and they're thankfully minimal.
Fettuccine with eggplant and zucchini with shrimp I bought on sale a week ago and the leftovers of some frozen tenders. I anticipate a long night of sleep but keep waking up with a full bladder because of course I do, so just power through as I fight through the nausea of a headache and what Michelle believed to be a hangover.
I check the garden which has now flowered but has overgrown a lot. It turns out during my weekends of getting the wedding stuff done, someone was weeding the garden because of the condo association rules. UGH. Guilt. I wanted to compense them for the job, but the headache didn't make me think straight. She also wondered if we could meet with the rest of the board to discuss someone coming in to handle all the changes in the condo: apparently the recent initiatives have included things like a giant speed table-like bump and a few other rules that didn't make a big deal of sense.
Also, worms made holes in my beautiful purple peppers. UGH.
I kept feeling like I should go but Michelle said we have too much to do. As usual, she was right.
Off to a berry farm, picked for an hour while a group of teenagers did a chorus of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" not far from us. The sun is loud and bright and painful, but not as fearful as the thunder we hear off in a distance. I emptied out my wallet of cash to pay for the blueberries that I think would fill the amount we need for the jars and we leave as the sky began to spritz us with a cloudy sky. In ten minutes, it would downpour like something insane. There was a bonus to all this as well: the exertion and sweat finally cleared my head out and I wasn't throbbing with pain.
We decided to look for the Chex some more because why not? Besides, I needed a lemon for blueberry jam. Along the way, we see a line of people marching with signs.
"BAN ICE"
"FREE THE CHILDREN"
"REMEMBER PEDRO ARRIAGO-SANTOYA"
A protest marched through despite the weather of harsh rain that fought with their dedication. I was amazed and impressed at the collective will and the guilt came back again because I didn't know and we were too busy to help or participate or even follow their journey to a place that I had no knowledge of.
In order to avoid cooking, we got KFC and a man who may have been a functional autistic fellow manned the counter and was really helpful. He really urged me to fill in a survey of his performance.
"You don't have to do it," Michelle told me when I talked about the survey.
"I feel like I'm not doing enough these days." I filled out the survey and gushed about his performance. Perhaps that tiny bit of slacktivism will rebound some of the collective sins I felt I committed today.
By the way, blueberries might be my favorite fruit. Do you know why?
Because they don't make me insane preparing them for jam
Seriously, we got a gallon and quart so we could fill in a case of 12 ounce jars. I ended up using a gallon and a pint and we filled in 13.5 jars of the dark nectar instead. Everything about the process couldn't have been completed more perfectly.
Just bought two different types of bells for the weddings. With that, we'll have 36 bells and then the process will continue. I'm glad we're still ahead of the curve so far, but there's always more to do. By the way, Michael's? Cheap crap, you'd get a sturdier product if you made them out of tin cans. They wouldn't survive on a cow let alone a wedding.
I really should get some money to pay for the work on my part of the garden. Sigh.
