Hello, my dear friends. Have you had a nice Saturday? Ours has been just luverley.
We started our day with swimming lessons at the local pool - our new normal Saturday morning. I caught up on a bit of reading while we were there. I am reading a bio of Ellis Rowan, the artist, called The Flower Hunter, and it is very interesting. Mr PD took advantage of the opportunity to visit the chiropractor to have his neck crunched. Apparently it's feeling better.
Later I did some work on a serious and sensible post about our responsibilities as homeschooling parents, but alas I am no longer feeling serious and sensible, so that post will need to wait until the next time I am. Perhaps I will never finish and that post will join dozens of other draft posts just sitting there never to see the light of day. Oh, the pressure.
After that we took a picnic to the park and lay around in the beautiful autumn sunshine for a while, munching on mochi balls rolled in peanut powder and sipping sweet green tea. Jemimah played with some other kids while her parents snoozed in the sun. Most very fine it was too. Maybe she is becoming socialised despite our best efforts.
This afternoon we went to visit a kitchen designer. It was very exciting to think that maybe before long we might have a brand spanking new kitchen with drawers that open and close and all. Oh joy. Did you know that the depth of bench tops is dependent on the economy? Right now they are pretty skinny; a few years ago they were really chunky. I did not know that. I also discovered that two-pack paint is illegal in Europe and that we have been apparently poisoning our daughter since she was two years old. She reassured the clever designer man that it was okay because she didn't make a practice of licking the kitchen cabinets, but hey, you never know. Well, I didn't, but now I do. I will not have two-pack next time.
We had to cut short our visit with the kitchen fellow in order to run on time for our dinner reservation at Kumo Izakaya. The sublime sake menu is probably responsible for the fact that I am no longer feeling serious and sensible. Ah well, thems the breaks. Maybe I will never be serious and sensible again.
What did you get up to? Are you feeling serious and sensible tonight? Are you reading anything, or eating any good food, or designing a kitchen or something? Are you feeling like a responsible homeschool parent? Do tell.