Nov 10 2008
Rainy day dad
What a weird weekend. While we have the occasional afternoon or early evening thunderstorm, it never rains all day let alone all weekend. What is this, Seattle? From about noon on Saturday until the beginning of the work week, it never stopped raining. Paul, who had planned on two full days of golfing, was only able to play one afternoon in the light drizzle. He left for an early Sunday t-time, but turned back after his golf buddy called to say that the greens were flooded.
Too rainy to do any yard work, Paul hung out with the children the whole day. First they had a leisurely breakfast. Nathan requested a round of Sunshine Toast. I'm always willing to oblige as it's so easy to make and so very yummy, too.
Afterwards, Paul and the kids sprawled themselves all over our long sectional couch and watched a little PGA golf on TV. Then Paul got the itch to cook a fancy dinner, something he loves to do when he's not too busy on the weekends.
Besides his odd question to me, "Can you ever have too many oysters?" (to which I replied, "Oh, no!") I had no idea what he was up to. All I knew was that he absconded the Cajun cookbook a publisher sent me to review and that his elaborate plans necessitated a trip to the grocery store. I handed him my grocery list as well, hoping that he'd be able to save me a trip later this week. With a small detour to the hair salon to get Nathan a much needed trim -- a way cool flattop like dad's -- Paul and the kids grocery shopped. (Later he told me the children were very well behaved. I was shocked, but found out that Lucie rode in the cart while Nathan pushed. Daddy knows it's always a good idea to keep the warring factions apart.)
They came home, put the groceries away, and retired to the living room to watch more PGA golf and nap on the floor and couch. Meanwhile I spent the day in my room doing a mass mailing to all my book clients, preparing for a home show, and blogging. Before I knew it, it was dinner time. Paul prepared a delicious soup with oysters as big as poached eggs. While the kids supped on mac and cheese, Paul and I had a gourmet Cajun feast.
Everyone's happy when daddy stays home.
