On frozen fingers and fresh-made dinners
Wednesday night brought a much-anticipated (and once canceled) event to the lives of Kate and I: Matthew and Robbi came over for dinner! Hoorah! The festivities really began on Tuesday night, with prep work including much chopping, mild tidying and such. Note, I said much chopping – this will be important in a moment. On Wednesday, I crept out of work a bit early and let myself in to Kate’s residence. Bella watched intently as I did some last minute organizing, prepared the butternut squash-apple soup and set out a fish/forest/babushka themed tablescape. I was being so very, very efficient and safe throughout all of this household activity that I was beginning to get suspicious of my continued mishap-less state by the time I moved on to slicing the mini buns for our chicken-apple burgers. Then it happened. On the last slice of the last bun, I took a good gash out of my thumb.
“Why does this always happen?” I thought, followed quickly with: “Where did I put Kate’s bandages?” and a hearty “Fuckingfuck!”
With the bleeding under control, I welcomed first Kate back to her own home and then, shortly after, Matthew and Robbi themselves. We had fantastic conversation, they enjoyed delicious treats (Italian sodas finally uncorked) and eventually we moved on to XBox 360. This is where things really got enjoyable. I made our guests tea and Kate informed them of how the death machine that is Halo 3 functioned. Matthew gave it a go, exploring the more watery parts of the initial level. Robbi gave herself vertigo exploring the landscapes. We switched to Elder Scrolls IV which proved to be a bit more entertaining. After showing how to feed on old ladies and generally be ineffective at navigating a simple house, I let the Swanson-Behrs have at designing their own characters. Old Bagolà and Pancho are monuments to this endeavor. 🙂
Today, today, today. *sigh* Five hours in the cold and the cat room produced Episode 8 of Think Pawsitive, the Kent County Humane Society‘s monthly-ish public access program. Nancy, Brian and I filmed and photographed until our fingers were ready to fall off. I was terrified to see what my inbox/voicemail light would look like on my arrival back to campus. Luckily, though, the gods of Friday were good to me and I was able to leave on time, with a poinsettia, no less (a prop for explaining holiday pet hazards.)
So, on to a snowy weekend, hopefully spent delightfully warm as the weather turns apocalyptic. Wish me luck!