Nesting

Despite having yet another sore throat, I made pork satay and bean sprout salad for supper today, and two raspberry pies, one for us and one for the Boy Scouts potluck on Tuesday. I also slept while Pat took the kids tobogganing, which I feel badly about, never enough time. We've decided to finally rip out the old carpets that came with this house, and lay hardwood throughout the main floor and upstairs, tile in the front and back halls. We haven't even ordered the wood yet, and already Pat's torn apart the living room, taken down all the pictures, moved doors around, and re-framed the front hall. He "goes hard". Better than laying around all day in front of the TV, I guess, but it means our home will be chaotic for at least the next two months.

The cocktails I made this weekend were the Apple Sip, for which I boiled, crushed, and strained organic apples as we had no juice, and the Honey Berry Sour. I'm glad I liked the Honey Berry Sour, as it contains Krupnik vodka - I'll have at least one way to use it up. Honey vodka, raspberries, lemon juice. Caleb tries so hard to bond with his dad. We all do.

I'm tired of being sick. It's 8:05 pm and I want nothing more than to go to bed. Jule's painting his birdhouse, though, and Pat and Caleb are watching Olympic hockey, Canada versus the USA.

I always thought I'd be a single person, as an adult, cooking meals for one, arranging my belongings in a quiet bedroom, reading by lamplight, booking flights and taking them, all over the world. But here I am, nesting. Funny how it goes.