Last weekend the girls embarked on their first sleepover. Who would be so foolish to take on all three of them you ask. A brave soul with a kind heart. Well, actually, the truth of the matter is I kind of finagled the poor family. We'd agreed at dinner one evening to give each couple a kid-free "date night". Being in a jolly mood I'm not sure they realized we had three children until the dea
l had been made. The prior weekend their daughter, who is a classmate of Katie's, spent the night at our home. The week kind of dragged as we all were looking forward to the sleepover, except Wednesday when Sarah came home dazed, confused and sporting a serious goose egg (sorry, no pictures) on her forehead. While playing with the boys, she ran into...we still don't know what...and knocked herself out. Treating it as a concusion (yes, I know, I should have taken her to the hospital) I woke her up every hour that night and tried to make her rest the following day. That's easier said than done with Sarah. She recovered and the three of them were ready to go
Friday. We drove to school since they had sleeping bags and other essentials. Next stop was Wuxi airport to pick up Larry. He'd been in Dalian, which was still bitterly cold. When he walked outside he basked in the warmer air, which in my opinion was still about 30 degrees too low.
l had been made. The prior weekend their daughter, who is a classmate of Katie's, spent the night at our home. The week kind of dragged as we all were looking forward to the sleepover, except Wednesday when Sarah came home dazed, confused and sporting a serious goose egg (sorry, no pictures) on her forehead. While playing with the boys, she ran into...we still don't know what...and knocked herself out. Treating it as a concusion (yes, I know, I should have taken her to the hospital) I woke her up every hour that night and tried to make her rest the following day. That's easier said than done with Sarah. She recovered and the three of them were ready to go
Friday. We drove to school since they had sleeping bags and other essentials. Next stop was Wuxi airport to pick up Larry. He'd been in Dalian, which was still bitterly cold. When he walked outside he basked in the warmer air, which in my opinion was still about 30 degrees too low.
We opted for an early lunch. My only criteria was the restaurant couldn't serve pizza or chicken nuggets. LiGongDi is a beautifully situated road that crosses part of Jinji Lake and houses probably twenty or so restaurants. Across from it are more upscale stores and restaurants in what's known as the 
Outlets (no outlet prices, though). Connecting these two areas are several bridges over a large canal. We strolled through marvelling at the sights and the emptiness. These places are slammed full with people in the evenings and the weekends, but this particular Friday afternoon not a soul was out. We had the entire place to ourselves. In a city of eight million people, it's a little unsettling to walk around in an area so large and not see any other people.
Outlets (no outlet prices, though). Connecting these two areas are several bridges over a large canal. We strolled through marvelling at the sights and the emptiness. These places are slammed full with people in the evenings and the weekends, but this particular Friday afternoon not a soul was out. We had the entire place to ourselves. In a city of eight million people, it's a little unsettling to walk around in an area so large and not see any other people. The restaurant we chose was also patronless. The menu showed no pictures of pizza or chicken. The dishes we did choose were great. So simply prepared yet delicious (or maybe we were just 
really hungry). Cucumers in vinegar with peppers, green beans with meat, not sure what kind, but still good, two kinds of dumplings and some wontons. The attentive staff reminded me of my childhood dog, Charlie. Both stood patiently staring and waiting to pounce..for different reasons of course. Charlie waiting for scraps, the waiters waiting...for anything. If I'd asked them to chew my food for me they probably would have. So VERY different from home. Service means something here.
really hungry). Cucumers in vinegar with peppers, green beans with meat, not sure what kind, but still good, two kinds of dumplings and some wontons. The attentive staff reminded me of my childhood dog, Charlie. Both stood patiently staring and waiting to pounce..for different reasons of course. Charlie waiting for scraps, the waiters waiting...for anything. If I'd asked them to chew my food for me they probably would have. So VERY different from home. Service means something here.Speaking of service...the repairman is here to scrape mold off a couple of walls...oh the joys. More to come.
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