Last week Bill was chatting with Elliot about the bike he had spiffed up and included in Elliot’s last Household Effects shipment to Maputo.
Elliot: “It’s been great. Yesterday I biked almost all the way to Swaziland!”
Last night I offered Phoebe the grilled chicken and roasted vegetables I had made for dinner.
Phoebe: “I only want the kale.”
Last month we were Skyping with Evan about marital laws in Burkina Faso vis-a-vis those in the US (Burkinabes: “It’s legal for a man to marry a man??” US citizens: “It’s legal for a man to marry more than one woman??”).
Evan: “They’re shocked that I am 26 and not married yet.”
Mom: “Evan…you’re 23.”
He explained that the Peace Corps instructs its teachers to say they’re at least 26 because anyone younger than that cannot possibly have finished enough education to be a teacher.
And last but not least, Margo was scrounging for food yesterday and said: “It must be full summer now; the fridge is 50% clams and 30% beer.”
Actually this is the last two dozen, after we made one dinner of stuffed clams, one of clams over linguini, one of grilled clams, one of clam chowder, one of clam pie, and one of clam quiche. Not to mention the leftovers consumed for lunch, and a few clams just eaten on the half shell. That was one very successful clamming expedition three of us took 8 days ago. Now how do we get clams into our luggage to feed the clam-starved African contingent in July?
Your summer fridge sounds wonderful! As, of course, do all of your children. And I can’t believe Evan is 23.
Comment by Sarah — June 24, 2012 @ 9:00 am |