Family, martyrdom, yams, and aritificial intelligence
Had a nice evening. My hubby started crying, just a bit. He looked over, and my Dad and my older brother were sitting on the floor of the family room, talking. My Dad had just put down a guitar, after he and my brother had sung a Simon & Garfunkel song together. Martin and I were in the kitchen, and he said, with his eyes misty, “That’s the way it’s supposed to be: Fathers and sons who haven’t seen each other in a while should play guitar and sing together, then sit down for a talk.”
Tonight, we celebrated my son Wesley’s 8th birthday, and my nephew Marley’s 14th.
I love my brother’s family.
Especially when they’re so complimentary of my cake, without realizing it’s gluten-free. 😀 That’ll make a GFCF baking girl feel good any day.
I made a ton of food, worried it wasn’t enough, and now we have enough in the fridge for a week. Well, maybe not a week, but it’s nice to have loads of leftovers in the fridge. I made a big pot of stew on Friday, intending to eat it again on Sunday after church… now we’ll have a choice. They’ll choose tonight’s shredded beef tacos, for certain, and we’ll probably end up eating the stew on Monday before Ethan’s scrimmage baseball game.
One of the things my brother gave Wesley was some sodium. Sodium metal. In kerosene. Actually, he gave it to Martin for safekeeping, but it’s for Wes. And the other boys, too. He directed us to find a large puddle, next time it rains. 🙄 I’m rolling my eyes, but really, every boy should have an uncle who gives him caustic explosives!
By the way… If you ever go to Mexico, you’re likely to find a taco stand on many a corner. And, at that stand, they’ll have cabbage with which to garnish those tacos, NOT lettuce. Lately, I’ve been pre-mixing my taco veggies:
- shredded green cabbage
- diced tomato
- diced onion
- chopped fresh cilantro
- fresh minced jalapeño, if you don’t have any really small children, which, we do. But, every time I make this, I think, “Needs jalapeño.”
I’ve been feeling like a martyr, making all sorts of scrumptious food that I can’t eat. I bring Ethan or Martin into the kitchen with the demand, “Taste this!” I will admit, though, the cake overpowered me. I ate two bites. Chocolate chocolate chip cake with strawberry jam filling and vanilla frosting with sprinkles, Wesley’s request. (Grant declared, “It’s Neopolitan!”) Monday, I’m going to call Fiala’s allergist, and if I get the go-ahead to introduce new foods, I’m going to start with yams. I’d actually like some leafy greens of some sort, but Fiala loves yams, and to my knowledge, never had a reaction to them… So, yams it’ll be.
My Dad’s plane leaves early in the morning; he’ll likely be gone when I wake up. It was a good visit — filled with mundane stuff like grocery shopping and baseball practice. But, it was nice to have him here for a few days, and we’ll miss him when he’s gone.
OH! He also got word that a presentation that he (and some other guys from his company) made to General Dynamics on Thursday was received extremely enthusiastically, and they intend to write up a contract. They called my Dad’s invention of some unique artificial intelligence software “disruptive technology,” which is, from what I understand, the highest compliment one can give on such a thing. They’ll be writing some contracts for my Dad’s company… It’s been five or six years, I think, of him (and a bunch of employees) living/working on investor’s money, and I think everyone is thrilled at the prospect of actual money being made, and potentially lots of it. 🙂