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| Jordan welcoming Jacob home from camp. Yesterday, but I didn't get the picture in time for last night's blog. Love it, love the smile on his face. |
This,
I decided, would be a lazy Sunday. No work. I would read the book that will be
discussed in a group tomorrow and I should have read much earlier—getting something
accomplished but not really working, not pushing myself. These hot days are
hard on all of us. Even my cottage gets hot, and that almost never happens.
So the
day went as planned until about one-thirty, when two things happened simultaneously:
Jordan came out, obviously upset, because a strange man rang the doorbell and
stayed on the front porch a long time. She and Christian were home but didn’t
dare move about the house because the front door has glass panes and no
covering. Christian was trapped in the room off the living room, and she in the
bedroom. Jacob had just driven home, saw the man, called, and she told him not
to come in because she didn’t want the man to follow or attack him. So Jacob
drove “surveillance.” I dutifully called the police and then put it on the
neighborhood listserv. The man went up and down the street, apparently stealing
a bike and a package, stood in the middle of the street waving at our house,
walked up the driveway we share with out neighbor. Clearly he needed help. He
was here about an hour, and we never saw the police. Jacob thought he was
probably on drugs.
Meantime,
Jordan had been out to the cottage earlier and done something at the kitchen
sink. I saw water on the floor, figured she’d splashed a bit, and put a paper
towel over it. When I looked again the paper towel was soggy. I’ve had trouble,
too much trouble with that faucet, and the last couple of days I noticed I had
to push hard on the handle to keep it from dripping. So I intended to call the
plumber in the morning. Now I called in the house, and Jordan sent Christian
out—who found that everything under the sink was wet. He cleaned it up and
turned off the water.
So now
I have no water in the kitchen. You don’t realize how many times you start to
wash your hands or rinse something. Tomorrow night I have company coming for a
light supper—and a discussion of the Supreme Court—and I planned to cook in the
morning. Plumber gets the first call. And we’re going to talk about a totally
new fixture instead of repair. This is not the first flood I’ve had.
So
dinner in the house tonight—steak and baked potatoes. I tried the British
method of baking potatoes, as I mentioned last night—cut a cross in the top
instead of poking holes all over, bake two hours at 400, take out of oven and
deepen the cross, and bake ten more minutes. They were fluffy and good—and I do
love a good baked potato. Steak as flavorful and cooked just right—Christian is
so good at grilling. They announced that this summer Jacob should learn to
grill—Jacob look uncertain about that, but I think it’s probably a great idea.
So
tonight I’m going to finish off what should have been a lazy day by reading
that book! Stay safe, everyone.
