I make no secret about the fact that I am NOT an outdoors kind of gal. I don’t like extremes in temperature, I only feel the need for fresh air on occasions, and I much prefer it in the form of a nice breeze passing through my open windows. I’m not big on yardwork, which is one reason I tried talking Jay into buying a condo, instead of a house, where we’d be responsible for all that stuff. But when your lawn starts looking like this:
and you’re on vacation, it’s probably time to do something about it. So I did. I mowed. And what should’ve only taken me about an hour, maybe an hour & a half, turned into an all-morning project. First, the mower ran out of gas. And I had to go and fill up the gas can, because it was empty. And for whatever reason (it was a nice-enough morning out, I guess), I opted to walk to the gas station. So then I came back & got to work. I had to refill the tank once, and it took longer than I anticipated, both because the lawn was a little on the long side, and because the grass was still pretty damp. But I got it done:
Okay, so I could’ve cleaned up the grass clippings and swept the sidewalks & driveway, but I was exhausted. And starving. By the time I got done, then got cleaned up, it was after 12:30. We ended up going to Nick’s for lunch, which was good as usual. Then we came home, and I basically crashed.
After Jay got home from work, I popped out to the grocery store. I’d planned on making spaghetti with meat sauce, but the ground beef wasn’t thawed yet. So I picked up chicken, and at the last minute, decided (even as hot as it was out) that chicken parmigiana sounded good:
And it was. Even my dad, who was still full from his 3 Nick-burgers, cleaned his plate. As usual, the bambino didn’t eat anything other than his bread & olive oil, but that’s okay. Jay will take the leftovers for lunch tomorrow, and my dad & I will probably have them for our lunch as well.
And right now, my first-ever cheesecake is in the oven (thank you Melissa!). Jay & my dad were a little disappointed when I told them it wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow, but if the batter is any indication (after all, ’tis a poor cook who won’t taste her own food), it will be delicious! And it’s my first-ever use of one of my two springform pans (I really don’t know why they’ve intimidated me for so long), so I’m a little proud of my conquest.
It’s late enough that I think I’ll quick wash up some dishes, fix the coffeemaker, and get myself to bed. Or maybe I’ll just fix the coffeemaker and get myself to bed. I’m still exhausted!