Visiting parents for the weekend. It’s been nearly a full year since I came here as a refugee in the dead of night after the apartment fire. Now I have a sweet condo in a much better neighborhood, and my parents’ house is back to being an occasional vacation spot. Life is good.
On Saturday night, Mom and Dad got invited to dinner by friends, and I came with. The food was a hot topic of speculation beforehand. Mom and Dad had dinner there a couple times before, and according to Dad, the first time was awful. But we needn’t have worried: this time, the food was great. The husband cooked ribs and salmon and two veggie dishes from his hometown—cabbage with tung hoon, and a carrot-and-potato dish (this didn’t look like much, but it was really good). Just as importantly, they had a dog, a border-collie-looking dude who was very handsome and very friendly and successfully begged a bunch of table scraps from the wife. smart doggo
As we were leaving (standing around the door, putting on shoes, saying our goodbyes) the dog stood some distance down the hall, watching us. Then we opened the door to leave and nyooooom the dog was out the open door. smart doggo!! She ran in circles around the yard, playing with a feather as we drove away.
Other than that, it was a pretty classic weekend visit: early morning walks at the local forest preserve, playing Pokemon with Dad (it was Starly Community Day; I got a ton of shinies but none of them are Deino), and coming home late Sunday afternoon laden with foodstuffs. Came back to discover newbie is also back from Uganda, but he has food poisoning and three infected fingernails(??). yikes dude feel better soon
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