Between enjoying a visit from my parents and
trying to finish The Count of Monte Cristo before last night's book group meeting, I seem to have forgotten to blog. It is a pity that when I have the most leisure to write, I have nothing much to write about, and vice versa.
My poor parents, driving down from Maine, were supposed to arrive in time for lunch last Thursday, and instead got here at dinner time. Considering that they had spent fourteen snowbound hours on a highway in Pennsylvania, staring at the back of a chocolate truck (whose driver claimed that he couldn't access his cargo), they actually made pretty good time. They were a bit groggy on Thursday night, but perked right
up on Friday and enjoyed their walking tour of our tiny town. We took them over to look at the cemetary (where people have been being buried at a truly astonishing clip since our arrival), wandered through the brambles in the adjacent woods for a little while, headed back to the center of town to admire the tired produce and gleaming jars of chow chow in the corner store, and finally managed to impress my dad when we showed him the collection of old tractors for sale in front of the vacant store at the crossroads. We spent quite a while admiring the tractors before returning to our nice, warm house. One thing that my parents were disappointed with was our 
weather. They expected warmth, since we are still, nominally, in the south, and we didn't have any. Mostly we stuck to nice inside activities, like reading mountains of books and playing Cadoo and Boggle. Monday, after breakfast, my parents headed on to Florida and we got back to our regular routines.
I didn't finish The Count before the meeting, but I'm up to page 788, and I'm planning to read the rest before I start the next book club book, A Room with a View, which is much shorter. What an exciting story -- poisonings, pirates, and all sorts of outrageousness. Everyone else had finished it (though some of them had bought abridged versions), and I'm eager to read about poor Valentine pulling a Juliet and the Count seeing the error of his ways. Our hostess had made sushi, which I've been absolutely pining for since we left Florida, and she told me that there is a grocery store in Mount Airy that carries seaweed and other makings. Now I'm eager to make a trip to the store and try rolling up some sushi myself. It was a lovely evening.
trying to finish The Count of Monte Cristo before last night's book group meeting, I seem to have forgotten to blog. It is a pity that when I have the most leisure to write, I have nothing much to write about, and vice versa.My poor parents, driving down from Maine, were supposed to arrive in time for lunch last Thursday, and instead got here at dinner time. Considering that they had spent fourteen snowbound hours on a highway in Pennsylvania, staring at the back of a chocolate truck (whose driver claimed that he couldn't access his cargo), they actually made pretty good time. They were a bit groggy on Thursday night, but perked right
up on Friday and enjoyed their walking tour of our tiny town. We took them over to look at the cemetary (where people have been being buried at a truly astonishing clip since our arrival), wandered through the brambles in the adjacent woods for a little while, headed back to the center of town to admire the tired produce and gleaming jars of chow chow in the corner store, and finally managed to impress my dad when we showed him the collection of old tractors for sale in front of the vacant store at the crossroads. We spent quite a while admiring the tractors before returning to our nice, warm house. One thing that my parents were disappointed with was our 
weather. They expected warmth, since we are still, nominally, in the south, and we didn't have any. Mostly we stuck to nice inside activities, like reading mountains of books and playing Cadoo and Boggle. Monday, after breakfast, my parents headed on to Florida and we got back to our regular routines.I didn't finish The Count before the meeting, but I'm up to page 788, and I'm planning to read the rest before I start the next book club book, A Room with a View, which is much shorter. What an exciting story -- poisonings, pirates, and all sorts of outrageousness. Everyone else had finished it (though some of them had bought abridged versions), and I'm eager to read about poor Valentine pulling a Juliet and the Count seeing the error of his ways. Our hostess had made sushi, which I've been absolutely pining for since we left Florida, and she told me that there is a grocery store in Mount Airy that carries seaweed and other makings. Now I'm eager to make a trip to the store and try rolling up some sushi myself. It was a lovely evening.
4 comments:
The Count of Monte Cristo is one of those books I hope to read before I die. I started it years ago and truly enjoyed it but then had children and no time. That is definitely a book that takes some time- and concentration to keep everyone straight! Maybe someday I will find out the ending!
I am glad you had a good visit with your parents- too bad about being stranded on the highway though. That would have put me right over the edge. ;)
Oh, what fun! Isn't Count of Monte Cristo fun? I really do like Dumas' writing. He had a feel for adventure.
We love-love-love making sushi at the house. Zorak gets to be head sushi chef, we spread all the possibilities on the table, and then just pick 'n choose what we'd like... it's not nearly as intimidating as I'd thought it would be. Have fun!
Dy
How hard is it to make sushi?
I found the list of materials to be off-putting..special mat, special rice, special vinegar.
I just discovered a restaurant near my house that has a $15 sushi buffet. Oh joy!
I've been neglecting other things and reading The Count, and I only have 200 pages left. It is Such a page turner!
Dy, I'm glad to hear that sushi is easy! I'm planning to have a go at it tomorrow.
Myrtle, I'll let you know if it is hard. We just came back from a trip to the fancy, far away grocery store that stocks seaweed & sticky rice. What with that and the special vinegar, I'm sure my homemade sushi will be more expensive than the stuff I used to buy in our grocery store in Florida. And I didn't buy a sushi mat, either.
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