The Departure

The final day of the visit had arrived quicker than expected. I guess that is to be expected with such a full itinerary. They claim they were here for five days, felt more like three to me, and this one would be a short one. I was up ahead of six and started getting ready to face the day. They didn’t say when they were leaving for sure this time. I assumed somewhere between half seven and half eight. I again made them breakfast. In the finale I went with breakfast samidges. Mother doesn’t care for egg so I gave her the choice of nice cereal, a bagel, blueberry eggos or avocado toast. She picked the bagel. For the others I gave them a half avocado and nobody liked that. Big T did his best to eat it, Sudbury sister tried to put half inside with ketchup (gross) and Irish Gal didn’t wake up for breakfast or have any. She was given some coffee and water to bring her to life but didn’t really appear until nearly eight. I enjoyed my breakfast more than the rest apparently, which is fine with me.

The stress of the nut delivery came to a head during the packing process. The Big T was not open to any suggestions and was convinced his way was the only way. When offered alternatives he claimed he was being bullied and stormed off like a petulant child. He didn’t find any sympathy from me as I cleaned up the kitchen. I told him he has to be open minded and learn to consider the opinions of others, even when they are wrong. Let them try and see and if your way is truly superior then you know what to do to complete the task. He didn’t care for my opinion. They eventually managed to jam it all in there. I still think if it had been just eight boxes, rather than eleven, they’d have fit everything no problem and not have had to have things on their laps. Aw well, another reminder never to help anyone with anything ever I guess.

They rolled away at eight and left me alone in my house with no work to worry about. I made out pretty well, my fridge was filled with leftovers to enjoy for the next few days. I had two beds that needed washing and some other laundry so I set about that after watering my new plants. I fired up FS19 while I was downstairs and started fixing my messed up fields. If you’d recall, I accidentally had one planter with corn and the other with soybean when they were meant to both be beans. I got that repaired and changed loads in the mean time.

I wasn’t feeling very motivated to do anything constructive so I flipped over to Netflix and went on a bit of a binge. I watched a movie called The Half of It, a delightful romantic comedy that brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my lips at the same moment. I really enjoyed the original story. I get more out of films like that than the monstrously swollen budget studio jobs they churn out. Suck it Marvel. I warmed up a Deuce Log and got the third load of laundry in. I folded everything coming out and worked on making beds as they finished. The goal was to have the house back ready to host again by the end of the day. There was some uncertainty about the D&D tonight, the GM had a medical emergency in the family so we all told him we could play another time, look after the situation. With that in mind I started another film, Gunpowder Milkshake. The cast looked promising. I also warmed up the last Deuce Log for supper.

I got a call from the Chef, he was stuck in traffic. He made the mistake after chatting for awhile about asking me about our D&D campaign, I’m certain he regretted that. Eventually he got moving again and couldn’t handle anymore of my chatter and we ended that call which started my dinner. The meal was eight out of ten and the movie was maybe a six. The cast was good but it was flat for me. Seemed rushed too, and not enough substance to it, just a few neat action sequences. They didn’t build the lore enough either, rushed exposition. D&D got moved officially so I put on Project Power. It looked a bit stupid but turned out decent. Much better story telling at least. I took the clean laundry upstairs and made the last bed and put the towels back. I’m ready to host again. I finished that just before going to bed. I opened Twitter in bed and saw I had a message. One of my friends had had a health scare and was in hospital, I told the boys as instructed but won’t say at this time. He’s fine now, just under observation to ensure the procedure worked correctly. Pretty scary though. I had mentioned earlier in the day that we hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days and that was odd, now we know why. Wishing him a speedy recovery. Sleep came a bit after that little rush.