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Jul. 19th, 2007 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckieI am sleepy, having stayed up last night chatting, and not having taken a nap today. I did get words, though! Which is always good.
So I ran across a book that purported to be a Basque cookbook. Potato omlettes, you say? Right, fry potatoes, then pour eggs over, let it cook a while, turn the whole thing out on a plate, flip it over and cook the other side. I've got leftover potatoes in the fridge! I've also got red bell peppers, and mushrooms, they're not in the recipe but what the heck.
Well, when I flipped it over the whole thing fell apart--some of it stuck to the pan and some of it didn't. So in the end it was potato scrambled eggs, but hey, it tasted good!
***
Drama at the pool yesterday! I was reading (The Twenty-Seventh City, not impressed), and Paidhi Boy was swimming, he'd found some kids he knew and they were having a water gun fight. Paidhi Girl is away this week. So anyway, I'm reading, but a dad in swim trunks suddenly shouts "Oh, my God!" and runs across the deck. It's the tone of his voice that gets my attention. I'm remembering hearing lots of whistles a moment before. I'm thinking I'm going to get Paidhi Boy located and out of the pool this very instant which takes walking across to the other side, and meantime I see a small girl over by the slide, lying unconscious with lifeguards around her. She can't have been more than two or three and I'm thinking oh, no, please let that not be what it looks like. Paidhi Boy is fine, of course, wants to know why he has to get out of the pool but everyone has to get out, all the lifeguards are around the little girl. Who, now I look over again, is moving, thank Mithras and everyone is relieved. "Do you know what happened?" I ask a woman, but no, she only saw the same things I saw. The water over there is three and a half feet deep, the kid can't have been three feet tall even. The lifeguards--they're all of them just kids--all seem shaken up.
So Paidhi Boy and I wait to see if they're going to open the pool again, I'm thinking I just want to take him home, meantime he has to go to the men's room. Turns out, EMTs are consulting with the parents over by the restrooms. Paidhi Boy is very impressed and wants to talk to them. "No, leave them alone, they're working," I say and get him into the bathroom before he gets in anyone's way. Waiting for him to come out, I hear an EMT tell the parents that they really should take the girl to the hospital for observation, and something about if she got very sleepy. "Ah," I think, "she must have hit her head." But she seems okay, and that's good.
A few minutes later they let people back into the water. I made it about a half hour before my paranoia took over and I made Paidhi Boy get out and we went home.
More drama than I wanted, really.
So I ran across a book that purported to be a Basque cookbook. Potato omlettes, you say? Right, fry potatoes, then pour eggs over, let it cook a while, turn the whole thing out on a plate, flip it over and cook the other side. I've got leftover potatoes in the fridge! I've also got red bell peppers, and mushrooms, they're not in the recipe but what the heck.
Well, when I flipped it over the whole thing fell apart--some of it stuck to the pan and some of it didn't. So in the end it was potato scrambled eggs, but hey, it tasted good!
***
Drama at the pool yesterday! I was reading (The Twenty-Seventh City, not impressed), and Paidhi Boy was swimming, he'd found some kids he knew and they were having a water gun fight. Paidhi Girl is away this week. So anyway, I'm reading, but a dad in swim trunks suddenly shouts "Oh, my God!" and runs across the deck. It's the tone of his voice that gets my attention. I'm remembering hearing lots of whistles a moment before. I'm thinking I'm going to get Paidhi Boy located and out of the pool this very instant which takes walking across to the other side, and meantime I see a small girl over by the slide, lying unconscious with lifeguards around her. She can't have been more than two or three and I'm thinking oh, no, please let that not be what it looks like. Paidhi Boy is fine, of course, wants to know why he has to get out of the pool but everyone has to get out, all the lifeguards are around the little girl. Who, now I look over again, is moving, thank Mithras and everyone is relieved. "Do you know what happened?" I ask a woman, but no, she only saw the same things I saw. The water over there is three and a half feet deep, the kid can't have been three feet tall even. The lifeguards--they're all of them just kids--all seem shaken up.
So Paidhi Boy and I wait to see if they're going to open the pool again, I'm thinking I just want to take him home, meantime he has to go to the men's room. Turns out, EMTs are consulting with the parents over by the restrooms. Paidhi Boy is very impressed and wants to talk to them. "No, leave them alone, they're working," I say and get him into the bathroom before he gets in anyone's way. Waiting for him to come out, I hear an EMT tell the parents that they really should take the girl to the hospital for observation, and something about if she got very sleepy. "Ah," I think, "she must have hit her head." But she seems okay, and that's good.
A few minutes later they let people back into the water. I made it about a half hour before my paranoia took over and I made Paidhi Boy get out and we went home.
More drama than I wanted, really.