Today was an interesting day, both Jeff and I had massage therapy sessions today, mine was at 12:15 pm and his was at 5:00 pm. So Jeff worked the morning shift at the hospital so I could do the appointment at 12:15. The kids busted through school (well almost all of them) and I headed out at 11:40 for my appointment. This was way more than just a massage, it was absolutely therapy and it was just what my body needed; a little attention to work some of the knots and kinks out. I have been dealing with headaches more frequently lately and after feeling how tied up my neck and shoulders were it is no wonder. I am sure this is going to have a positive impact on how I feel.
Jeff picked up some groceries and stuff for dinner after his hospital shift and by the time I got home he was already working on preparing a gourmet meal of a whole BBQ chicken with Au Gratin Potatoes and stuffing. We ran into a bit of a snag though when he started the coals for our small little barbecue.
The apartment we are living is just below the landlord’s mother who suffers from Alzheimer’s. She saw the smoke and thought the house was on fire. Thankfully Amy from downstairs was here to translate and talk with her because she does not speak any English. But boy was she upset. She walked through the apartment to check it out and make sure all was good, and from what Amy said didn’t have nice things to say about us because the outside stairs were dirty. Mind you it had just rained and there are 6 kids running around in the mud and dirt, the outside stairs will never be clean. But after talking with Amy, I told her that we will sweep the stairs regularly to keep them clean.
Jeff headed out for his massage and I finished up dinner while the kids played inside; Amy thought it would be best not to be loud outside since the landlord’s mother was already upset. A few games were played and they all seemed to have fun. Dinner went much better this evening and Jeff even made it back in time to eat a warm meal.
With all the commotion today I didn’t get any pictures. But I did find out that Anjali took our camera and got some pictures of her brother and sister, as well as their friends from downstairs.
I think we have a photographer in the making!