Pie and Potato Chip Breakfasts
The Internet connection I am used to borrowing at the cabin was just too weak this time around. And I never made it once to The Brew Moon Cafe. It’s the first trip I’ve ever brought my laptop with and had it turn out to be a waste. Not that I’m complaining.
ST and I got on a plane (a few hours and a few Long Island ice teas behind schedule) last Saturday. We bummed around my old neighborhood Sunday until mid-afternoon, then hopped in my mother’s pseudo-SUV and drove to the cabin.
My brother followed a few hours later, my parents the next day.
We berry-picked. We swam. We napped. We hiked waterfalls. We grilled. We did jigsaw puzzles. We had incredibly inappropriate breakfasts.
A perfect vacation. Everyone got along. ST loved the cabin and the area. It ended on a rather omnious note with ST and I spending our last afternoon purchasing and installing a new refridgerator. But really, even that was a great test of us working together under pressure, one we amazingly passed.
And we still got everything done in time for a dinner of cheese and crackers, Boon’s Farm, s’mores, and fireworks.
We got home exhausted Saturday and spent yesterday toting things from the condo. It goes on sale Wednesday. It’s all a blur to me. I feel like I haven’t lived in the real world for months. There’s so much to be done. There are hairballs big enough to count as dependents back at the condo, not to mention the stink of dog pee on the new porch (ST, you are no longer qualified to say where Busch will or won’t use the facilities).
But first I really need to round up some breakfast…