Do you remember when my mom and dad were on a road trip and wanted to find my mom's old childhood house, and we all squinted at an old picture trying to figure out what the house number was? Well, there's an update on that post, because my mom found some old postcards that had the address on it. We still don't know what the OTHER number on the house is, or why there ARE two numbers---but I see two mailboxes, so maybe it was a multi-family unit, or maybe it was a rental and one box was for the landlord, or maybe one mailbox was for the newspaper and the other number was a word and not a number, or maybe there was a re-numbering of houses and the old number hadn't been taken down yet, or maybe there was some other system in place that isn't familiar to us 60 years later, or ANYWAY AT LEAST WE HAVE ONE NUMBER. And seven people in the comments section were right about it!
Our microwave broke, which completely surprised us because that has never happened before. And just like when the power goes out and I keep thinking the downtime would be a great time to get caught up on email, I keep finding myself bumping up against the no-microwave issue in a way that makes me feel repeatedly derpy.
I'm accustomed to making a pot of coffee, taking a cup, turning the coffee pot off, and then microwaving cups of cold coffee throughout the day or even the next morning. This morning I got out a mug, put milk and cold coffee into it, walked toward the microwave---and then stood there trying to figure out why this idea no working.
Also, I've been cooking more new stuff, and with new stuff comes more leftovers, and this week we have an unprecedented number of them. Paul and I had no fewer than FOUR conversations yesterday evening about how he was going to heat up some leftover lasagna to eat when (1) there was no microwave and (2) I was using both oven shelves for the children's fish-sticks-and-star-tots dinner. We just could NOT figure it out. He was going to have to...WAIT? and then WAIT MORE? instead of just putting it in the microwave for two minutes?
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...