It was a busy Easter weekend full of company, meals and gatherings.
My sister and her partner and their two-and-a-half year old Sprout were staying here for the last few days. He’s a busy, busy boy, that Sprout. My house is full of very interesting and appealing things, all of which had to be moved out of his reach. So most of my stuff is on the ceiling now, except for Duncan’s toys and my Groucho Marx glasses.
Last night I made Easter dinner for eight of us. My brother and brother-in-law, my sister and brother-in-law, Sprout, my son, GC and me. Turkey with all the fixings. GC’s newest recipe for tsimmis (sp?) was a big hit. Everybody wanted the recipe. It’s got carrots and apricots and pineapple and prunes in it.
The weather in Ottawa was ridiculously nice this weekend. Sunshine and 27 Celsius degrees. It was crazy. GC and I went to look at our garden allotment plot so we could start thinking about planning our garden. (We mentioned this to my brother last night, who thought ‘garden allotment plot’ sounded like a cemetery plot used for growing vegetables until we die, which is actually quite a brilliant idea.)
I think the drugs are starting to kick in. I feel a little bit better.