At first glance these things may not seem to go together. But in my world it’s not even that unusual to have topics like these juxtaposed. It’s been a somewhat strange couple of weeks and the fact that he tried to kill me, a six hour vacation, homemade potato chips & a near fire actually do make sense side by side.
He Tried to Kill Me, a Six Hour Vacation, Homemade Potato Chips & a Near Fire – The “He tried to kill me” part –
I have to go back to Jami & John’s rehearsal dinner to explain the first thing. John tried to kill me that night. Technically he wasn’t trying to kill me but in the instant it happened I did wonder. You see, John was introducing his groomsmen and his best man. There were a lot of introductions being made that evening so John was trying to get through his part quickly. The waiters were pushing everyone to order.
Just as I leaned back in my chair John rushed behind me to get to where his brother/best man was sitting. And my then almost son-in-law crashed into the side of my head. As I mentioned John was moving very fast and he’s a big guy. Getting hit on the side of the head with his hip was a little like this –
Instead of trying it yourself I suggest you just do this –
He Tried to Kill Me, a Six Hour Vacation, Homemade Potato Chips & a Near Fire – The Six Hour Vacation part –
Since that night I’ve had recurring and increasingly severe migraines. I’ve also had a lot of pain in my neck and back. When things progressed beyond tolerance I sought medical advice. Did you know you can get a concussion without losing consciousness? I didn’t. And you can have symptoms of the concussion for weeks after the
attempted murder accident. It’s also possible to chip a bone in your neck without “technically” breaking your neck.
Last weekend Pete and Andi were camping with the girls and Andi’s sister’s boy. Pete asked if we’d like to go fishing with them. Silly man. I’d beat kittens to death…with puppies to go fishing! So Andi drove up and took us down to the campground. Her dad was camping in a different campground and he has a pontoon!
For this fishing trip we left the kids behind with Andi’s dad. It was just Mr. Comfortable, Pete, Andi, and me. We trolled around the lake for hours and we all caught several fish. I caught one particularly large bass but Pete messed up getting him in the boat. Pete saw it and said, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat!”
It’s true. And I won’t ever let Pete forget it. The weather was perfect and we had a great time. Mr. C and I haven’t been on a vacation for a little over six years so this day on the lake was incredible!
When we finally returned to the campground Andi’s dad had made a delicious meal of American Goulash. I got the recipe and I’ll be making it very soon! We sat around for a bit and chatted then Pete drove us home from our six hour vacation.
On one hand I would have loved to have been able to spend the week with them. On the other, I was fighting a migraine most of the day and my neck was really sore by the time we got home. We also had the ducks to think about. The dogs could have gone with us if we’d camped. And it was hard to get out of bed the next day. All that sunshine, fresh air, and activity did us in! I think a six hour vacation may be our current limit!
He Tried to Kill Me, a Six Hour Vacation, Homemade Potato Chips & a Near Fire – The Homemade Potato Chip part –
Since the migraines have been making me sick (not the kind you want to hear about) I haven’t been too interested in cooking. The night before last I “cooked” tuna sandwiches. But then I started to feel guilty. Poor Mr. C! So I made some homemade potato chips to go with his sandwiches. They’re so easy to make and it felt like the very least I could do.
He Tried to Kill Me, a Six Hour Vacation, Homemade Potato Chips & a Near Fire – The “A near fire” part –
I’ve been a little foggy since John blindsided me. Apparently that’s to be expected and will clear up. But cooking with hot oil with somewhat impaired metal faculties is not a good idea. I had the oil over too high a flame and I added too many chips to the third batch I was frying.
The oil suddenly rose to the top then over the side of the Dutch oven. I saw it but it didn’t seem to click that I should do something about it. Nope. I just sat there on my stool watching as hot oil cascaded over the side of the pot and pooled around the flame. After a minute it finally sank in that this was probably not the best way to keep the house from going up in smoke. I turned the heat down. Down, mind you, not off.
Thankfully the house didn’t burn down and the chips were very tasty!
Today Mr. C cleaned up the mess from the oil. I had just walked away from it as though it didn’t exist. I kind of feel that way about most things lately. They just don’t exist. And I keep trying to float up through the top of my head. It’s an interesting feeling.
I’m not supposed to read, watch television, or work on the computer very much. Supposedly it makes things worse. So I’m going to go read closed captioning on the television now that I’ve spent time on the computer. Oh, and I keep falling asle