What a lovely day in South Florida yesterday. Grandma and Grandpa and I made HUGE progress on the apartment. Every dish—out of the cupboard, clean the cupboard, sort the dishes, get rid of a bunch, everyone back in the pool. Repeat with the spice cabinet.
Then we went crazy and bought a new drying rack and real-size wine glasses at Target. I was going to buy Boggle to leave here, but there was a Major Flaw in the System: Target (at least the one we visited) did not carry Boggle. I would say something like “it boggles the mind” but you’d probably raise an eyebrow if I did.
We also visited Cousin Roz. She’s recovering from a fall (frowny face) but she is a hoot and a half (smiley face). We got caught up on all the family gossip news.
Remember the knitting basket Grandma and I went through a day or two ago? Thousands of knitting needles in every shape and size, as you may recall. Grandma found a pattern for a summer sweater that she wants to make, so on our way to dinner last night we stopped at Michael’s to find yarn. We found a lovely shade of persimmon (go look it up) and then Grandma said, “Now I need knitting needles.”
“What size?” I politely inquire (and by “what size” I meant “are you out of your mind?”)
“10” says Grandma ignoring my intent.
“We found size 10,” I say somewhat patiently (and by “somewhat patiently” I mean “in a flabbergasted manner but still showing proper respect for my mother”).
“They’re too long,” Grandma informs me, still ignoring my intent.
We bought knitting needles.
For the record, I agree with her. The ones we found are much too long to be of use to anyone (and by “anyone” I mean either Grandma or me). Why I am taking them home is a mystery that will not be solved today.
After the Great Yarn Purchase, we went to a restaurant for Turkish food. I had never had Turkish food before. I’m still not 100% sure that I have. Except for the red lentil soup I had with my meal (which was very good although I couldn’t quite figure out the spice they used), the fish (while very good) was not particularly different from other fish I’ve eaten.
Still a lovely dinner with excellent company (and by “excellent company” I mean Grandma, Grandpa, and the girl at the table behind me who talked non-stop about the classes she’s taking in college. She’s studying theater and LOOOVES her current lighting teacher.).
P.S. Happy Birthday, Grandma Pat!