Wow, my weekend was action-packed.
Saturday we went and looked at houses. Mostly disappointing, but I’m staying positive.
Then I installed a new dishwasher. The one that came with the house was increasingly failing to produce clean dishes, its one purpose in life. So Loki, endlessly indulgent of my kitchen-related whims, let me buy a shiny new black Maytag which was delivered Saturday and which I installed with much swearing and grunting (I couldn’t get it to be level or fail to fall forward when the door is open all the way) … and …
… it is not producing super-clean dishes either. So now we’re operating under the assumption that either our awful, hard-as-nails water is to blame, or possibly there’s an obstruction in the garbage disposal that’s causing a backwash of yucky water.
We didn’t have a chance to futz with it, though, because we had to go to a dinner-thing for Loki’s work at Dave & Buster’s. For the record? I never need to go there again. No, thank you. It was nut-to-butt with annoying people and the games mostly sucked.
We spent our time playing the games that give you tickets, which we turned in for a non-functional remote-controlled beetle and a teddy bear we got for Dot because it’s her color.
Sunday I spent making food for Thursday: an all-purpose freezable gravy that I’ll tart up with turkey drippings on the day, and some also-freezable dinner rolls.
The rolls were amazing fun to make. I don’t make bread enough, I’ve decided. Have to remedy that.
Unfortunately, the whole weekend conspired to kill me. By Sunday evening I was in so much pain all I could do was lie on the couch and whimper. Nothing helped: not heat, vicodin or rubbing, which is criminal. I’ve got a call in to my doctor to see if there’s anything we can do, because I can’t take this any more.
This week: more Thanksgiving prep, cleaning, the arrival of the mom and the Big Meal itself. Should be fun =)