Monthly Archives: March 2020

Sequestration Day #5

We’re still waiting for Ebby to come home.  Her temperature was up a bit, according to an incredibly early-in-the-morning phone call from the veterinary hospital.  She still is not eating, but her temperature was back down when the called again at a reasonable evening hour, and the doctor sounded hopeful.

Zoe’s string of acceptance letters was snapped by a wait-list notificatoin from Colby (Colby!).  She seems unphased by this news.

I got to help distribute GoBags to homes of kids from our school, and felt useful doing so.  I did not get to drive a school bus, a possiblity I mentioned to my family.  The driver of the van I was in chuckled at the thought of me driving when I mentioned it.

Here is more from today:

Talking onf the phone to Grandma, who knows all about what we do because she reads this blog

Paiting the Terraforming Mars counter trays

We didn’t drink all of this tonight, just some.

Paisano goes good with pizza.

Terraforming Mars again tonight

Lanie’s cake creation has home-made mango curd inside and that is as good as it sounds.

 

Sequestration Day #4

Bad news first: Ebby’s apetite wasn’t coming back and she threw up again, so we brought her to the emergency veterinarian.  A sonogram and complicated surgery later, the surgeon says she’s still not out of the woods, even though all the thread is out of her and multiple holes in her small intestine have been sewed up.  The next 72 hours will be very important for her.  If she is able to eat tomorrow, she may be able to come home and gain her strength back here.  We are all hopeful.

Only one of these people has been wait-listed at Amherst.

On the plus side, Zoe got acceptance emails from two colleges, Amherst and Mount Holyoke.  She is now four-for-four in acceptance letters.  Too bad she won’t be able to visit either of these colleges for accepted student days because accepted student days are off.

We also started online learning in earnest. For dinner, Lanie made an extra lasagna, which we carted over to friends who are suffering through quarantine and sickness at the same time, though we are hoping they’re not suffereing from the sickness which is causing everyone else to be quarantined.

Here is the day in pictures:

From my workstation, I could turn around and see Lanie, and there’s Jen working in the dining room.

 

Ready for Lanie’s lasagna assembly line

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream come true: I sat in with the Indigo Girls during their Facebook livestream.  This number is called “Land of Canaan.”  

Catan tonight

Sequestration Day #3

Today we learned the ailing person we had come in contact with tested negative for Covid-19, so there’s at least one person we know out there who does not have it.

Books retrieved

But maybe we won’t lighten up much in our quarantine procedures.  The only one of us who went out was Nadia, and she needed to get a few books from school.  Remote learning starts tomorrow.

Well, I also made my newspaper delivery to Grampy, but besides that, it was a lot of sequestration for all of us.

Around the house today:

 

Time to prune the peach tree

Their process looked a little unorthodox, but the girls succeeded in giving Daisy a bath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smallworld

And coloring

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Facetime with Grammy

I opened a new hot sauce from my set that;s wrapped up like dynomite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zoe celebrated a second-place finish in hearts. It’s not important who came in first.

 

Sequestration Day #2

Today was Tuesday, we had to remind ourselves.  We encountered a somewhat illicit box of Lucky Charms (I went to Hannaford, didn’t get near anyone, and used the self-checkout with the back of my knuckle, but I had to get Grampy a newspaper anyway), and we recreated the famous Irish Rock A-Z anthology that Jen brought back home from Ireland in 1993.  It’s now a spotify playlist.  Also, it’s possible that Leo Moran of the Saw Doctors saw my facebook post to Uncle George.  He has yet to comment on it.

Chores

It may have been the best St. Patrick’s Day ever.

Here are some highlights:

 

Workin’

Conserving bandwidth

Skype violin lesson with Ms. Louise

NCIS

More dog training

Pasta with Ceci for dinner

Aerial dance practice

Ebby came home from the vet, but she’s still not eating much.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sequestration day #1

Here we are at home.  All day. For a while.  With the rest of the nation.

Our case is slighly more fraught than most other people. We’re actually awaiting the results of a Covid-19 test (not performed on any of us) to see — among other things —  if we really, really have to quarantine ourselves.  (We don’t think that’s the case, but until we know for sure, we have to be cautious. That’s why I’m not at the teacher workshop today.)

In fact, though, today some of us did go out:

Lanie took the Dais for a long walk.

Send good thoughts towards Ebby’s digestive tract.

Zoe and I dropped little Ebby at the veterinary hospital to see why she keeps throwing up and hiding under the bed.  (Ebby’s throwing up and hiding, not Zoe.)

Zoe went for a run.

I visited Grammy and Krissy and dropped off our tax information to the greatest sister in the world.  (I have two sisters; Karin’s great, too.)

I borrowed Kevin’s wheelbarrow, maintaining a safe, six-foot social distance all the while.

Here are some other highlights of our first day sequestered:

Dog Training

Mosiac coloring

 

 

 

 

 

 

Baking

‘gramming

Tonight’s game, Puerto Rico, was preceded by a lively “La Vida Loca” dance. (Ricky Martin is from Puerto Rico, of course so it all fits together.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We finished off what looks like the last of this year’s maple production. We ended up with almost 10 cups of syrup and a few batches of maple sugar cand

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other things that took place here today: reading, raking, Dutch Blitz, correspondence, logging, music practice (guitar, violin, cello, and piano, though not all together) and watching two episodes of The Great British Baking Show.  Also, Jen managed to work all day with us buzzing around.

Nadia is here, too. She rejected any attemps at picture taking.  We’ll try to capture that elusive one sometime soon.

Revisiting Jay Peak

Can a family have too many ski buddies?

No way.

Great weather! We finally made it to the summit!

New resarch has shown that the main problem with last year’s trip to Jay Peak in Northern Vermont wasn’t the frigid cold wind and sleet.  We just didn’t have enough families along.

This year, we added a half dozen or so friends to our roster and had a hoot of a time.  It didn’t hurt that the weather was beautiful, all lifts were running and we could actually get to the top of the mountain.

Hanging out in our pals’ room, with snacks

Other improvements over last year’s trip (which itself was really fun, as is evident in the fact that we wanted to go back):  we brought lots of food, because we knew we’d have a kitchen in our room, almost all our friends were on the same floor as us, and we give the kids lots more freedom to visit the waterpark whenever they wished.

Here are some highlights:

Riding on the lift with Eliza…

…and on the Tram with the Sullivans

 

 

 

 

 

 

Late-ish mornings, because we stayed right at the mountain

Late-ish evenings because even the German restaurant we went to wasn’t far from the hotel at all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Which ones are our kids? We could never ski fast enough to catch up and find out.

Getting ready for the potluck dinner on night 3.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The second day of skiing was not as brilliantly sunny, but an extra lift was running and it allowed us access to the most appreciated run on the whole mountain.  Some of us went on Derek’s Hot Shot five times.  It was steep, but not bumpy and there was plenty of snow to keep us in control.  (Ed. — Last year Derek’s H

A gray day two sky hovering over Jen and the summit

ot Shot was very bumpy and pretty icy, too.  This year’s iteration was much, much better.)

Taking off down Derek’s Hot shot — it’s steeper than it looks here.

Even though several of us went in early because of tired legs, some of us — the ones with the oldest and most tired legs — kept on skiing until the lifts stopped running at 4.   Then we walked, stiff-legged, to the outdoor hot tub for a little therapy.

It’s 3:20, can we make it down to the Flier lift before it closes for the day? (We made it. And Chris Hall did, too, after taking our picture.)

Legs not to tired to walk all the way down to the end of the longest candy counter in the world

Then to top it all off, we stopped in Littleton, NH, on the way home for some Thai food and a singular treat.  We visited Chutter’s, a store that boasts the longest candy counter in the world.

 

 

 

Stomach vs. mouse

The decision to eat in Disney World is the decision to pay too much for mediocre quality or small amounts.  We saw this rule in effect this week and we also uncovered a few exceptions.

Big Italian dinner/late lunch

Our big family dinner in a Hollywood Studios Italian restaurant was steep, and generally pretty good, but the pasta was overcooked to the point of mushyness. That’s sometihng you’d think an Italian resturant could get right.

Kiosk dining at Epcot

Our foray into the Food and Wine Festival at EPCOT was big on variety.  We got a burger, Latin American food, Chinese dumplings, Carribean, Australian, African. We realized later that we could visit so many of these kiosks in the World Showcase becase it was lightly raining and the lines were subdued.  When we went back the next day just to walk around the crowds and lines were repressively long.

Given that the payoff for these lines was a small plate that amounted to a few bites if you were sharing with someone, we ouldn’t figure out why so many people were doing it.   It would be a perpetual lunch, eating while standing in line for your next mouthful.  At least we had time in between kiosks to explore a little and walk freely instead of stumbling through lines.  We were lucky.

A slight mist kept the lines short, saving us from starvation.

Of course, we had to visit so many stalls because that’s what you have to do if you’re planning to have a meal at the Food and Wine Festival.  Two plates does not a dinner make, even at $4.50-$8 a plate.

So it would seem that we here in this corner of Central FLorida are captive to the  cuisine and pricing scheme of Disney, which is largely the case.  EXCEPT, Jen learned that Amazon will deliver food to your hotal here – -for free delieverry if your order was big enough  She took an order from the troops before we left for breakfast and lunch.

This worked reasonably well, except that we we ate through our loaf of bread rather quickly and found ourselves with an assorment of nut butters with nothing to spread them on.  It would seem that a loaf of bread would not be too difficult to source in such a densely populated area, but we do not have a car to drive off Disney property;  the only resources open ot us were resort options.  Where to look?

No bread? No problem. Tough to make a sandwich with this, though

Multiple counter-service places had bagels and croissnats — for $3.50 apiece, and they looked like they had been sitting around since Walt himself put them there.   Not a great option.

There are bakeries dotting the landscape here — one in the France pavilion, for instance — which offered bagels and croissants (but not baguettes, unfortuntately) for about half of what the counter service places were charging, but that still didn’t do it.

Eventually,we unearthed a “General Store”  at the Boardwalk section of the EPCOT resorts that looked through the window to have some staples, like milk and frozen pizzas.  It’s possible they had sliced loaves in there, but it’s more likely that this area is  a sandwich bread desert.

Gallery of nut butters

Our solution was to place another order with Amazon and suck up the $5 delivery fee for orders under $50.  Let the sun nut butter flow freely again.

All of this obscures the fact the we have managed to find a refreshing inconsistency in the Disney dining universe.   It’s all about popcorn.

Park guests can purchase — for $8 to $27 depending on which one you choose — a souvenir bucket filled with popcorn.  They can then refill that bucket with popcorn for $2 any time they want for the length of their stay.  With so many mathmaticians in the family it was a quick leap to realize that the price per unit of the popcorn would go down the more refills we got.

What’s more,  we’ve heard there are different flavors of popcorn scattered in different parts of the park that you quilify for the refill deal.  We’ve only managed to find one such location, in a little traveled part of EPCOT that had three flavors  (sour cream and chive, cheddar, and buffalo/blue cheese).  This, I think, might be a concession for the sad, and hopefully temporary,  closure of Club Cool, which offer free soda samples from all over the world.

One container, many refills

We did get our money’s worth out of the popcorn, even if most of it was butter flavored.  Imagine my excitement when I stumbled upon bins with green popcorn and red and white popcorn at the new Galaxy’s Edge section of  Hollywood Studios.  It was just about the only way this Star Wars-themed area could get any better.

Another exception to the rule is when people send a gift basket to your room. Thanks, Kelly and Dom!

Except that this area is so unbelievable popular that not only did we wait an hour to go on the big Smugglers’ Run ride, we also had to suffer the indignity of being turned down for popcorn refills. They only sell their own bags (and no refils of those either).

Disney is clearly in league with the Empire, and the Empire’s dining plan stinks, too.