My parents spoiled me growing up by always giving me “REAL” maple syrup with my pancakes. My Hubby likes the “fake” stuff better. Yuck. I have a real craving for pancakes right now, but we are currently on the Sam's size bottle of fake stuff. We rotate if possible so we are each happy. Mrs. Butterworth's just isn't “real” stuff. Did I mention Sam's size bottle? You know what that means? It's about as big as a milk jug! I think I may suffer through just to have some pancakes.
Yesterday was probably one of the hottest days we have had so far. It was in the mid 90's here. I pulled out our 2nd portable swamp cooler from the basement and got it up and moving on the main level. So, we have 1 upstairs with 5 other fans going at all times. And now we have one on the main level with only 2 other fans going at all times. Plus we have a large fan that moves cool air up from the basement. The system works okay, better than no fans at all. It wasn't too sweltering in here yesterday when I left for work. And I was kind and filled up the swamp coolers before I left so hopefully the house would be somewhat cool when Hubby came home. Plus, I let Buddy have the run of the house, so I wanted him to be nice and cool as well.
We have to confine Buddy when we aren't home otherwise he gets in the trash. In the winter we usually confine him in the living room. He can get on the bench and look out the window. In the summer we tend to put him in the basement, for 2 reasons. First, it's a lot cooler and 2nd, in case big storms come by he is a bit more protected when we aren't here should something major happen. We have a wooden gate at the top of our basement stairs. It used to have a guide only at the bottom it would lock into. For some reason Hubby took that off a while back and installed the lock at the top. About a week ago, our not so slim Beagle figured out that the bottom of the gate isn't locked into place and slipped out. Guess what he did then? Yes, he got in the trash. So, until Hubby locates and re-installed the bottom lock for the gate, he either has to be in the living room or we have to put the trash up when we leave.
We have this nice wooden trash container holder that we paid $100 for. (It's really nice) The plastic trash can (the ugly part) goes inside and you lift the lid on the wooden part to throw trash into the trash can. So, yesterday, when I left I took the blue plastic trash can out, with a small amount of trash in it anyway and put it on the middle of our table. Then I left the door to the wooden holder open, so the Beagle could see there is NO trash in there. He still knocked the wooden holder over. It's about dead, we may have to invest in another one. It just hides the ugly trash can so nice! Hubby is thinking we should bolt it to the wall. Who knows, I just know after 7 years Buddy is still as much of a trash hound today as he was when I first got him. And the real trash can, with the real trash was still safely in the middle of our table. But I am sure he tried.
So, on our 5th day in Lithuania, we got up somehow in the morning. It was tough after that weddings. We ate breakfast, called Scott and Eva to say goodbye and headed to the airport.
At the airports in Europe, you don't know what your gate is until about and hour to a half hour before your departure. You just kind of hang out in the main part of the airport until it pops up on the screen, then you move to your gate. It's just different from here, where they tell you what gate you will be at no matter when you get there, so you can go and sit and wait there. I like our method much better. This way, I can sit and read without having to worry about watching for more information!
Anyway, we had a normal flight back to London. We landed at the Gatwick Airport, took the train to Victoria station and then took a cab from there. We could have taken the tube right to our hotel, but it's difficult with all that luggage, a cab is easier.
After settling in our hotel room and getting cleaned up, we went to our new favorite Thai restaurant just outside out hotel. Then we spent the evening relaxing.
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