Weekend accomplishments: Father's Day edition
Saturday I made eggs and toast for everyone, then got the grocery shopping over with since it's been hot as balls lately and I didn't want to do it in the middle of the afternoon. I washed a load of towels, did some light dusting in my bedroom, cleaned the downstairs bathroom, and vacuumed the dining room. It was still only about 2:00 after all that, so I made myself a cocktail and read, finishing One Hundred Years of Solitude and starting Silvia Moreno-Garcia's Velvet Was The Night.
David made fresh sausage poboys for supper, and afterwards I watched Men. The first 2/3 were good; the last act managed to somehow be both too weird and kind of tedious at the same time. (I remember having the same opinion about Annihilation, which Alex Garland also directed.) Still, Jessie Buckley is always great, and I loved that Rory Kinnear played almost all the male parts. He is too good at playing creeps--he also played the Prime Minister, a thinly veiled jab at Boris Johnson, in the first season of The Diplomat--but I'm sure he's totally normal IRL. I worked on my astrology art journal while watching that.
I got probably a little too high last night (shouldn't have done those vape hits AND a gummy); turns out the cure for that is falling down a rabbit hole of communist killer whale memes.
Sunday I made French toast and bacon for breakfast, folded the towels I washed the day before, changed/washed the bed sheets, vacuumed the rest of the downstairs, and did a load of laundry. Lori and Jeremy came over about 1:00 and brought boudin for lunch. I baked a chess pie and did some dinner prep while visiting. Lori's friend finally sent Mom Uncle Larry's ashes, so we talked about plans to take them to Port Aransas to scatter. Looks like we'll do that next month some time. She also showed me the listing of the house they rented for July; it's in Marigny but on the edge of Bywater, which means they won't have as much tourism spillover from the French Quarter. It's 3 bedrooms, so I'll probably try to spend a weekend out there before they head back to Seattle.
For supper I made macaroni and cheese, because that's Phil's favorite thing to eat, with some Natchitoches meat pies and Olive Garden salad.
Mom and Phil like to watch 60 Minutes while they eat, and The Red Hot Chili Peppers were being interviewed, which made me feel about 1,000 years old.
David made fresh sausage poboys for supper, and afterwards I watched Men. The first 2/3 were good; the last act managed to somehow be both too weird and kind of tedious at the same time. (I remember having the same opinion about Annihilation, which Alex Garland also directed.) Still, Jessie Buckley is always great, and I loved that Rory Kinnear played almost all the male parts. He is too good at playing creeps--he also played the Prime Minister, a thinly veiled jab at Boris Johnson, in the first season of The Diplomat--but I'm sure he's totally normal IRL. I worked on my astrology art journal while watching that.
I got probably a little too high last night (shouldn't have done those vape hits AND a gummy); turns out the cure for that is falling down a rabbit hole of communist killer whale memes.
Sunday I made French toast and bacon for breakfast, folded the towels I washed the day before, changed/washed the bed sheets, vacuumed the rest of the downstairs, and did a load of laundry. Lori and Jeremy came over about 1:00 and brought boudin for lunch. I baked a chess pie and did some dinner prep while visiting. Lori's friend finally sent Mom Uncle Larry's ashes, so we talked about plans to take them to Port Aransas to scatter. Looks like we'll do that next month some time. She also showed me the listing of the house they rented for July; it's in Marigny but on the edge of Bywater, which means they won't have as much tourism spillover from the French Quarter. It's 3 bedrooms, so I'll probably try to spend a weekend out there before they head back to Seattle.
For supper I made macaroni and cheese, because that's Phil's favorite thing to eat, with some Natchitoches meat pies and Olive Garden salad.
Mom and Phil like to watch 60 Minutes while they eat, and The Red Hot Chili Peppers were being interviewed, which made me feel about 1,000 years old.