Our 13-year-old dog, Jack, looks pretty good. He has been staying with our younger daughter, Katherine. He's kind of slow though. He barked at us when we got here, then he went away for a few minutes. He then came back waggin his tail and licking our hands. It seemed to take the old guy a minute to remember who we were.
We got busy right away cleaning up the house and the yard. Helen put quite some time into gettin teh back porch cleaned up--lots of pollen and spider webs. Our Granddaughter, Leah, was at our house when we arrived home. She slept there the previous night so she could be there when we got home. She left notes all over the house telling us that she loves us and welcoming us home. She spent the day helping me cleanup the yard and start the fire for the Memorial Day cookout.My fish seem to have survived the winter pretty well. It was nice to come home to see them swimming around rather than floating.
I prepared the Memorial Day cookout in a quasi-Argentine-asado style. By the end of the summer, I'll have a proper parrilla constructed. I'll keep you all apprised of the progress.
My girls and Charlie came over Monday night and we sat around the fire until well after dark. But it was work and school for everyone the next day. Helen went to Leah's school and had lunch with her today. I continued working around the house. The suitcases are all unpacked and everything put away. the house is slowly coming into order.
It was good to sleep in our own bed and wake up in our own house. It is so quiet here. I sat and listened to the birds our first morning home. I think my neighbors were a bit surprised when I reflexively kissed them on the cheek to say hello. I wonder who long I'll keep doing that.It is a bit surreal--Argentina and all my friends there seem so far away. We miss you and think and speak of you constantly.
I won't be posting daily anymore, but I'll let you all know how we are doing settling back into life in the USA.
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Don't mean to gloat, BA, but WOW, are we glad to have Ken and Helen back! (I predict you haven't seen the last of them, but that's just me.)
The kissing thing is very alien to us here. Ok for VERY close friends and family, but shocking to strangers. My first night in BA, I was being introduced to a group of Ken's and Helen's classmates, and I instinctively thrust my hand out to shake. One of the women appeared to take (mock) umbrage, and Ken said, "Su primero noche -- el no entiende los besos." I thought that said it all. But by the end of the evening, I sort of loved them all a little, so it didn't bother me anymore.
Anyhow, I wish I could've been there to see the look on the neighbor's face when Ken leaned in for a little smooch!
hey ken and helen!
glad to hear you got back safe and sound. and good luck building that parrilla in your garden so that you can keep in touch with a little of argentine culture.
and keep up the blogging too!
all the best,
alan
Ken and Helen,
Your home and family looks lovely!
Saludos from Argentina,
Frank
Lovely fish pond. I wish I had a pond to swim in this coming summer (but without the bugs and fish!)
I´m glad you both got back ok. You have an adorable family and your parrilla IS already very Argentinean. When you make your first choripanes show us the pictures!
Besos from men and women from South-Under ;-)
Man! Kenny! 99 is right on the money. That is a real, honest-to-God, Argentine parrilla already!
It looks just like the one we use on the estancia... except yours is prettier!
It's great to see youse guys are back home safe and sound and are continuing your new-found beef habit.
Lemme direct you to a post from Slate.com about where in the US there might be available some bifes similar to what you guys got used to down here.
¡Provecho!
Mike
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