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brightbluegirlLast night was quite pleasant. I got home and started cooking, basically, and made spinach crepes and chocolate chip cookies, (which the boys thiefed from before dinner, which somehow made me inordinately pleased - I mean, what's more homey than thiefing cookies before dinner?) and then we all sat around the dinner table, listened to music, ate quite heartily, and had fun conversation.
After dinner, we went over to Safeway to get a few things (I ran out of soy milk, needed parsley for the pesto I'm making tonight, and we needed to get some stuff for my brother to eat while hitch-hiking to Edmonton), and then I cleaned up the kitchen while the boys played guitar together. Usually I leave the dishes for Andrew to do in the morning (it's my attempt at being casual about dirt).
It was really fun to listen to them playing together, it was like real life. REAL LIFE. I mean, I grew up with people playing guitar in the house. My father, my mother, uncles would come over, family get-togethers often turned into sing-alongs... it's one of those things that feels like home for me.
(And it doesn't often happen in a punk-rawk industrial household with friends who listen primarily to music created with the help of machines)
So yeah. I cleaned up the kitchen with the intention of making pesto to freeze, but then I thought... well... no, I'll make it tomorrow for dinner, so it will be fresh then, and THEN I'll freeze the leftovers. I'm making 2 kinds - a sun-dried tomato pesto one, and a 'regular' one.
Then for a while I lay on the couch and Bear and I cuddled while the boys played and sang.
This morning my brother took the bus to the Skytrain station with me, and then we parted ways. I admit, I'm a little sad as a result. Sure, I'll be glad to have our space back, but this has been the best visit with my brother I've ever had. EVER.
I feel as close to my brother now as we were before puberty (when the hormones and our parents imminent breakup made us fight all the time).
I'm so glad I got to have this time with him.
After dinner, we went over to Safeway to get a few things (I ran out of soy milk, needed parsley for the pesto I'm making tonight, and we needed to get some stuff for my brother to eat while hitch-hiking to Edmonton), and then I cleaned up the kitchen while the boys played guitar together. Usually I leave the dishes for Andrew to do in the morning (it's my attempt at being casual about dirt).
It was really fun to listen to them playing together, it was like real life. REAL LIFE. I mean, I grew up with people playing guitar in the house. My father, my mother, uncles would come over, family get-togethers often turned into sing-alongs... it's one of those things that feels like home for me.
(And it doesn't often happen in a punk-rawk industrial household with friends who listen primarily to music created with the help of machines)
So yeah. I cleaned up the kitchen with the intention of making pesto to freeze, but then I thought... well... no, I'll make it tomorrow for dinner, so it will be fresh then, and THEN I'll freeze the leftovers. I'm making 2 kinds - a sun-dried tomato pesto one, and a 'regular' one.
Then for a while I lay on the couch and Bear and I cuddled while the boys played and sang.
This morning my brother took the bus to the Skytrain station with me, and then we parted ways. I admit, I'm a little sad as a result. Sure, I'll be glad to have our space back, but this has been the best visit with my brother I've ever had. EVER.
I feel as close to my brother now as we were before puberty (when the hormones and our parents imminent breakup made us fight all the time).
I'm so glad I got to have this time with him.
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