Sunday in CinCity, The Afternoon.
It seems a bit pointless to cook for Easter with half the clan gone, but I felt so kerflempt about it I broke down and stopped at the local IGA on my way home from Sunday morning pilates class. There were plenty of other folks buying goodies for the day and, although the pickings were sparce for easter basket candy, Hubby really only likes the malted milk balls and black jelly beans. Shockingly, those were still on the shelves.
So we'll be having Pork Loin Roast with Orange, Cumin, and Cilantro with rice, or at least HoneyHaired and I will. Depending on when Hubby's able to get home he'll get some sooner or later. If it's super-fab I'll pass on the recipe. And, tomorrow's Opening Day. Basically a holy and sacred day for CinCity. Food is required for Opening Day Palooza at Big, Fat Teaching Hospital. Generally, I make the same pasta salad--garlic, basil, cherry tomatoes, oil and vinegar. What it lacks in imagination I make up for in garlic.
HoneyHaired is home from Turkey and Greece and had a wonderful time. She met a boy on the trip, so we shall be watching He's Just Not That Into You later this evening for further directions on how to proceed. I had forgotten exactly how much everyone is in your business in high school and how much advice is freely discussed and dispensed. Sometimes it's best to go the old-fashion route--make up your own mind after watching imaginary stories from gorgeous-looking movie stars. Scarlett Johansson having trouble getting a date. Always helpful.
Haven't heard anything yet from grad school about my application. They did eventually find my transcripts from the Olde and Ancient Times. Perhaps the faculty are still ROFL. I noted the obligatory class, Biostatistics, in the requirements for Public Health so thought I'd start with The Complete Idiot's Guide to Statistics and have successfully made it through the introduction and Chapter One. Feeling pretty spunky about my progression from complete idiot to just plain idiot.
The roofers have begun their demolition of our home. We're getting a metal roof put on, which should keep my husband forever from climbing up three stories after every rain to patch and repair. There's now a lovely black metal dumpster filling the entire width and length of my front yard to collect the two layers of shingles. My butterfly bushes are toast. Everything that had been in the front yard is now in our walkway up to the front porch, which I forget every time I leave the house until I'm tripping over benches and birdbaths.(please note above paragraph: just plain idiot.)
Hope your week is great and remember, Peeps--Always in Season!!