Talk about multi-tasking!
I took Miles to music for a 4:15 dropoff after pleasantly but quickly picnicking in the park (as his caregiver dropped him off at my work a bit early), stopping by the bank to sign some official papers, and popping in to register him for skating lessons (all between 3 and 4 pm). (And after working all day and badminton at lunch.)
Zoomed out to Emma's school for a 4:30 pickup of Neufeld Farms frozen food, ordered as a fundraiser. Rushed home and attempted to find space in my deep freeze and fridge-top freezer for all of it and was forced to admit that I'd perhaps been overly ambitious in my order as a result of being excited about having a deep freeze for the first time ever. Tried to fit in the salt'n'pepper chicken wings, dry ribs, four lasagnas, cookie pucks, calzones, and chicken cordon bleus amongst the quarter-side of beef and three roasting chickens already in there (and all bought from friends' farms -- buy local, folks!).
Had to abandon task hastily in order to make it back to town to pick up Miles at 5:10 and spend five minutes holding hands in a circle and playing a variation of Duck Duck Goose with other mums and kids and the famous Mrs. Trish. Phoned three friends on way in searching for spare freezer space and was third time lucky, but had my problem exacerbated during second phone call when Cheryl informed me that I'd forgotten my 48 (!!) chicken pot pies and another friend would be dropping them off.
Meanwhile, was driving with the calzones and cookie pucks that wouldn't fit in our freezer and aware that freezer door is not quite closed properly so should really hurry home to address that problem after dropping excess food at friend's house with surplus freezer space.
BUT, it's a near full moon and I see it rising beautifully over our mountains and I have my camera with me. Plan to stop on Gibson Road but the manure truck is spraying poo and decide Miles might not like that so much (yes, he's trapped in the back as his crazy mother zooms around town, but he's got his new Musikgarten CD on).
Keep heading east to McElwee and zoom onto Cleggs' property to capture the moon rising over mountain (neat thing: it's already risen in town but as you head east it pops behind Cheam again). Then start heading north on McElwee to Nevin but see that it's poised perfectly to rise yet again right on top of Cheam. Pull over once more (much to Miles' chagrin, although he's watching the moon too). Get some great shots. Promise to send some to a woman walking her dog on the road (always meeting new friends!).
Then zoom to Alyson's in order to store the excess food in her freezer before beating Daryl and Emma home and dealing with the freezer door crisis. Alyson and Terry joke that perhaps I should get the dead body out of my freezer so I can fit in the frozen cookie dough.
Head home, and am met by the neighbour who tells me a woman was here delivering chicken pot pies (48!!) and by a groggy sick Molly, who vaguely refers to same pies, but not their location. Search the house for the pies, find them on Daryl's desk, remove food from boxes so it's easier to store, get freezer door closed properly, sell my neighbour seven chicken pot pies, and head upstairs to appear calm and collected, with frozen cookie pucks in the oven, before Daryl gets home from Emma's soccer with takeout dinner. Tell Daryl that if he's tired of soup for lunches there are 41 chicken pot pies in the fridgetop freezer.
Have a rushed dinner then head to my soccer where my (non-active duty) police officer friend tells me she brought the chicken pot pies to my house only to find what appeared to be nobody home and the basement door wide open, and did a second drive-by just to ensure everything was safe. Ooops! What can I say? It was a hectic afternoon! (Glad she's looking out for me.)
But the cookies are good and the photos are magnificent and we have enough food for several months, barring extended blackouts! Life is busy, but good.
See the photos at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rosedaleannie/sets/72157603948488981/
PS: Emma just informed me about the package of stew beef that spent the night on the basement floor!
