I had my shortest trip to Japan ever. I worked two days, which means I spent more time on planes than in the office. My flight home departed near midnight the second day. It was a brutal trip; I realized when I was going to bed at home on Wednesday night that I’d gotten a total of about 10 hours of sleep since the day I left, on Sunday.
The kids desperately needed to have a picnic, so we let them take their quesadillas into the driveway to eat. It’s not often that it’s dry this time of year. Then, one of the kids tracked dog shit from the grass (thanks, neighbors!) into the driveway, and we had to get out the hose to spray it down. This of course led to kids spraying each other with a hose and then eating soggy quesadillas.
KrisDi painted our bedroom. Now all four walls are a lighter color.
We took the kids to see Zootopia. Chilkoot got bored of it about 20 minutes from the end, so we wandered around the lobby area. He found some discarded 3D glasses frames and donned them nonchalantly while pretend-driving in a racing arcade game.
I turned 35. Beer, cards, shirt, and over a pound of hops. This last was a mystery to me. I thought Northwood and Dad had lost their minds a little bit — what the hell am I going to do with a pound of cascade hops (for the record, 5oz is enough for 5 gallons of IPA). I’m not going to start brewing any time soon in my current situation. I tried making tea (it was OK), I tried dry hopping a beer with a coffee filter (flavor wasn’t bad, but beer was flat), I tried dry hopping a chardonnay (meh). Now I have a Randall (apparently a slightly delayed present, which drastically alleviated my confusion about the hops), which I’ll try this weekend.