Oh, a day of frustration. All small things, but all the sort of get under your skin frustrations that are really the worst (of the insignificant in the long run sorts of things). Went into work this afternoon to help with a training session, except got stuck in traffic and so arrived right on time instead of half an hour early, meaning that the training was rushed and disorganized instead of effective. Zucchini pancakes, intended to be the savory partner to tonight’s pork shoulder, were an unmitigated disaster, despite trying 3 different zucchinis and 2 different pans. Mushy, not crisping, burning on the bottom of the pan, looks kind of like potato salad, nearly crying sort of disaster. Fortunately Kevin and Jill are patient and fun guests, and I recovered with a spontaneous spinach, red onion, and tomato salad with a dressing made from the pan drippings (from the pork, not the pancakes).
The storm passed in the night, and the weather was incredible all day, so the four of us walked down to Buzz for treats and a game of Scrabble.
We’re down to 5-6 boxes left to unpack = hooray! Shane hung art and other hardware this afternoon, and apart from the piles in our bedroom, I think we’re really done. Also, today we learned that Mina and Basil are afraid of the washer and dryer, but apparently like oatmeal raisin cookies. Who knew?
