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Fourth of July
Jul. 4th, 2022 08:26 pmWe got home last night shortly before midnight, in spite of all efforts by fate and the airlines to prevent us. We were lucky in that none of our flights were canceled, so I can't complain too much, even though the perfidious Frenchman who assured me that our bags were checked all the way to Grand Rapids was quite, quite mistaken. The Sparrowhawk's bag turned up in Minneapolis, but mine was probably one of the 83 that didn't get on the plane due to a strike in Paris. Or so the people at baggage claim were saying. I have filed my complaint with the appropriate office, and we'll see if it ever shows up again. As the French gate agent said, "Je vous en prie," which I think in this case could legitimately be translated as "Oh, please." I'm not doing laundry, because all my clothes are in the bag--somewhere in Paris, it is to be hoped, though who knows.
A happy Fourth of July to all! We are having a rather sedate holiday this year. None of the kids are here, we've just been away for a week, and we have (strangely enough) found our day-long travel rather exhausting. So we're still recovering. I made a run to the grocery store this morning, and almost got trapped by the parade, which people were lining up for. I got out the back way before they closed the street. I wasn't inclined to get my folding chair and place myself among them in the 85-degree sun. Not inclined to walk over to the fireworks this year, either. Some other time. The Sparrowhawk wanted hot dogs, potato salad, and cherry pie, and that's what he got--almost. It seems that in my hurry I picked up a rhubarb pie and not a cherry one. What the--I mean, no one ever said something was as American as rhubarb pie. Though perhaps they should have. Our neighbors seem to have gone away for the weekend, but I think they must have turned on the tap for my garden as requested, because everything is still alive! Yayyy. We celebrated the first fruits by each having one perfectly ripened cherry tomato with dinner. I think as long as you get even ONE tomato out of your garden, it should be declared a success!
I hope that tomorrow I will be up for a few reminiscences of the trip. Tonight I am in that state of tiredness where you fall asleep at random intervals any time you are motionless for a few minutes. Brain not working. The bed on the boat was very nice, but there is absolutely nothing so delicious as the comfort of one's own bed, and I plan to wind up the celebration by going there very soon. Fireworks shall not impede me. I'll be out of here.
A happy Fourth of July to all! We are having a rather sedate holiday this year. None of the kids are here, we've just been away for a week, and we have (strangely enough) found our day-long travel rather exhausting. So we're still recovering. I made a run to the grocery store this morning, and almost got trapped by the parade, which people were lining up for. I got out the back way before they closed the street. I wasn't inclined to get my folding chair and place myself among them in the 85-degree sun. Not inclined to walk over to the fireworks this year, either. Some other time. The Sparrowhawk wanted hot dogs, potato salad, and cherry pie, and that's what he got--almost. It seems that in my hurry I picked up a rhubarb pie and not a cherry one. What the--I mean, no one ever said something was as American as rhubarb pie. Though perhaps they should have. Our neighbors seem to have gone away for the weekend, but I think they must have turned on the tap for my garden as requested, because everything is still alive! Yayyy. We celebrated the first fruits by each having one perfectly ripened cherry tomato with dinner. I think as long as you get even ONE tomato out of your garden, it should be declared a success!
I hope that tomorrow I will be up for a few reminiscences of the trip. Tonight I am in that state of tiredness where you fall asleep at random intervals any time you are motionless for a few minutes. Brain not working. The bed on the boat was very nice, but there is absolutely nothing so delicious as the comfort of one's own bed, and I plan to wind up the celebration by going there very soon. Fireworks shall not impede me. I'll be out of here.
