We had a simply lovely Sunday yesterday. It was everything a Sunday should be on a hot summer day: lazy. Eliza and I took a three hour nap. I haven’t taken a nap that long since Linus was born. And it was made possible b/c David was here, as there’s not much going on for him in August besides keeping the pivots running. Then, David and Linus got their turn napping. These naps were interspersed with Olympics watching, and the day was capped off with a campfire, at which Linus roasted the marshmallows but refused to eat them. This task was left up to David and me.
We enjoy watching the Olympics around here. It is even more fun to hear Linus’s take on the goings-on.
Women’s gymnastics: “She’s not wearing any pants!”
Men’s swimming: “I guess they don’t need floaties.”
Swimming: “Dad, are those men or women? Men? Oh, no! Their boobies are out, they will get cold!” (And no, I don’t know where he gets this stuff.)
Then, David and Linus both shout with much vim, “USA! USA!” It was fun to see the US men barely beat the French in the 4×1 meter freestyle last night for gold. But I guess they are French.
We also had an unexpected overnight guest on Saturday night, my cousin Abby and her little boy, Jackson, who just turned one in June. I love having guests, and surprise visits are the best! So, if you’re ever in the area, please stop by.
And now it’s Monday, and I get to start freezing tomatoes and peppers. I completed the dreaded task of defrosting the deep-freeze on Saturday morning. This means that the door will inevitably be left open a crack. This has happened the last two times I’ve performed this chore. (Go figure.)