Soooooo good to be home. The flight home was totally uneventful, one small delay, but that was it. It seemed to go by quite fast.
April and Myles picked us up at the airport and brought us home. Monte had come down with the dogs and they were at the house when we got here. They were so happy to see us and I think Parker is totally relieved to be home. I am not sure what we are going to do with them when we need to travel. He can't be left anywhere without going crazy.
Spod's bathroom was completely redone while we were away, by Myles. And it is beautiful! He does amazing, meticulous work. The downstairs bathroom needs to be finished but he won't be able to do it. He is moving back to Vancouver…he got in to be a longshoreman..something one can wait years and years for. Once he gets settled in the job and knows the lay of the land April will probably move over there as well. Until then she will stay here and paint paint paint. She is churning out the paintings and selling them.
Next week we (hopefully) will be booting yet another nonpayer out of her house. It is in Nanaimo and she hasn't paid for so long. I cannot believe how long the process foreclosure is. Now, the amount that she owes has grown to fifty thousand more than the property would get if sold. We need a speedier foreclosure process, or speedier lawyers. Anyway the house is now ours and that b..ch is out on her ass as of next week, if we can get a bailiff right away. After talking to neighbours I gather she is NOT liked in the neighbourhood. She spent a lot of time in California and has a very scary 'kill ya' kind of boyfriend, with Mexican connections apparently.
And she has her mother living in the basement suite. Way to be a caring daughter…cuz mom is out on her ass as well. It makes me mad because she essentially "sold" the house (by walking away and not paying) for fifty thousand more than its worth. And we are left holding the bag. I am mad.
Well its pea soup day. I roasted up a giant pork joint with the bone in. So I shall be making a ton of pea soup and freezing it in small portions. I love pea soup.
My father was the cook in our house. Mom did lots of cooking, until my sister and I took over at the age of 10 and 12. But it was my dad that made simple delicious food when he could.
One year, when we were really little, we all got the mumps. And, as you know if you have ever had mumps, you cannot open your mouth or swallow very easily. So dad decided to make us all pea soup, easy for sickies to eat. Well, to Dad, pea soup was a two day process. First day you cooked the meat and other solids, like onions and carrots etc. The second day you added water, seasoning and a whole lotta split peas and cooked it all day long. Which he did.
Near dinner, my sister's dog Corky, seeing all of us sick people in bed and getting attention, started to limp around the house, whining and crying. My dad picked him up and cuddled him and checked him out, to discover the dog was just joshing..to get attention. And whilst all this checking and cuddling was happening, the peas soup burned…burned beyond saving and this whole story became a family joke. In honour of Father's Day I repeat it here. He could NOT believe it when he found the burning soup, after all those hours and hours of work. We ended up with baloney sandwiches…which us kids preferred, even if we couldn't swallow it.
Now its time to get off my duff and go finish the unpacking and dusting and cleaning etc….TTYL
What?! no pictures?!
ReplyDelete