Bad Weekend…
In case anyone was curious about how our last weekend was, the answer is not so good. If you are not in the mood to hear a bit of complaining, I suggest you do not continue reading.
Friday, I woke up with a bad back pain. I concluded it was from my attempts at a roundhouse in my gym’s kickboxing class the previous night. What made me think I could perform a roundhouse still evades me. Perhaps it was that pretty much everyone in the room could do it, maybe inspiration from Fergie’s “Fergalicious” loudly playing in the background, or maybe my bad habit of watching Alias when Pranav is out of town. Whatever the reason, I still initially thought it was pretty cool to have an injury from kickboxing, rather than from something like bending over to pick up laundry or cleaning the bath tub. However, the minimal pleasure this provided did not over power the later annoyance at not being able to put on my own socks or do anything else that required bending.
Saturday, all was well until we noticed poor Hobbes was not feeling well. I called the vet and they said bring him in, so we spent most of the day in a veterinary hospital with him. At first, I was worried that we were overreacting. However, after seeing the vet and getting a long list of his exisitng and potential ailments, we were glad to have brought him in. After an IV, blood work and other various tests, we brought him home with some medicine. Our first attempts at giving him medicine of course resulted in us being covered in it and him taking very little. So, we have resorted to mixing it with wet food and that has been working much better.
Sunday, I woke up early to put in home-made cinnamon rolls that I started on Saturday to cheer us up. This was one of those recipes that makes your mouth water while you’re making it. Needless to say, we were looking forward to a relaxing sugar packed morning while listening to Garrison Keeler, Peter Sagal and Click and Clack. This was of course impossible after 10 minutes into the baking process the oven began to spew black smoke. Opening the oven, we discovered the source of the smoke was caramelized sugar on fire in the bottom of the oven. I initially reacted with my old standby of pointing and yelling “fire fire” after seeing the flames. After that, I recovered somewhat and handed Pranav our fire extinguisher. He quickly and calmly put it out, our smoke alarm went off and we started to air out the house. After the smoke left, we briefly contimplated whether the cinnamon rolls could be salvaged (maybe the fire extinguisher didn’t hit them, maybe the smoke would add flavor). We decided to toss them and went out to breakfast instead, purchased oven cleaner and headed home to clean up the mess. Did you know that when you hit a hot surface with oven cleaner with some fire extinguishers that it permanently adheres? We didn’t but were lucky that it only adhered to our oven’s element and not that much since it was such a small incident. Instead of purchasing an ”all-in-one” fire extinguisher this time, I’m going to be buying two so we won’t have this problem in the future.
Update, since the weekend, my back is better. I skipped kickboxing yesterday but plan to go the rest of the week. One good piece of news is that as a result of my back, we stayed in and watched two great movies we got off of netflix. The first was “Red” by Kryzysztof Kieslowski, part of the red, white, blue trilogy. We have seen “Blue” already and liked it more than “Red” but I would recommend both. The second was Pedro Almodovar’s “All About My Mother.” It was very funny, sad, a great movie. Hobbes is still not feeling good, seems a little better but not 100 percent. I am calling his doctor tonight to go over his test results and see if we need to bring him in again. Finally, our oven is working fine. I made bread yesterday and it came out great and best of all, no fire.
- N.
