This is a typical spring evening at our house: Freddy is making a badge for Isabelle (who he decided was the champion of the game of Scrabble that we just finished playing), Isabelle is helping Lucie sew up a new blanket for her cat Ashes, and Calvin is reading. Sebastien was reading the newspaper after getting whupped in Scrabble by the Scrabble Queen and her daughters.
I took a quick pic before I started screaming at everyone to clean up their stuff and go to bed. Just kidding.
Sebastien left early this morning for a long, hard day at work. He had some catching up to do because of the holiday weekend. It is so hard for him to get home for dinner on time. It is also really hard for him to get away for lunch at a reasonable hour. Some days he has to skip lunch. Work is stressful for him. He has so much responsibility, so many things to take care of. At least that is what I hear.
Photos of him at work show something different: paraplaning one day, motorcycling today; pedicures, haircuts, and hot tubs while traveling.
Pompey finally graduated from Work Horse Training School after hours and hours of instruction. Here he is posing with his proud teacher. His paw is on his diploma. I am not sure why he is wearing those ears.
Buying a package of squares and putting them together to make a quilt top is like doing a puzzle. What do you think, Linda? I like it. I'll sew the next one (very different fabric) by hand to (hopefully) end up with a straighter top. I think that these are going to be baby quilts for Project Linus.
Because our family has no interest in team sports, we were pretty sure that we wouldn't need a trophy case. We were wrong. Calvin brought home another trophy this year. And now Isabelle has been amassing trophies, badges, and plaques for her exceptional skills in Uno and Scrabble. I need to start looking for colleges that award scholarships to bowlers, card players, and board gamers.
"It is 5:30 am, but I am very, very happy. Three days in Jamaica with my spouse of fifteen years. No cooking (24 hr food service! buffet! gourmet French restaurant! slushy drinks on the beach!), no cleaning, no one needing anything from me, daily kayaking, massages, sleeping as late as I want to (7am ususally), chauffeurs, no bugs, watching numerous weddings on the beach! Of course I am giddy with happiness!"
Sebastien and I discovered an excellent way to get top-notch service in airports. We sailed right through customs. We should have taken turns, but he was better at pushing the chair with one hand while dragging along the bag with the other.
Speaking of bags, we were the only ones on our flights with only carry-on luggage. And we only had one carry-on for the two of us! Most of the people on our flight were there for the same amount of time that we were there.
Driving down the left side of the road. It felt strange, and I never got used to it. Our driver called himself the Doc, short for Doctor Admiral S.A., and tried to teach us all about Jamaica. We learned that they call going potty "ting-a-ling". (The children like that one.) We remember one word of their patois: "Wah" for what. That was easy to remember.
The Doc also suggested that we try the local foods:
Boiled bananas (they eat them green) and steamed calalu (like spinich) for breakfast. I had the calalu, which was good. I had fried plantains, but no bananas.
Oxtail soup. Sebastien tried some oxtail something.
Curried goat. Our resort didn't serve it.
Meat pies. Good when warm. That was our airport food.
The "craft" market in Ocho Rios. The shops were tiny little stalls all selling the same things: t-shirts, bags, wooden carvings, jewelry, and items made with straw. The venders all called to us to look at their offerings. We bought a shopping bag (which I needed for groceries), t-shirts for three children (Calvin's came from the Jamaican Bobsled Team Store), pencils with little doll heads on the ends, and a lovely painting by Andre.