Last weekend, and the better of the two started with a great fireworks show put on by the city of Daphne. Jillian and I took Stella Blue with us like we did last year, but completely forgot her klonopine. It's supposed to keep her calm during the explosions. Surprisingly, she wasn't upset by them at all. In general, the fireworks show went without an issue. The grand finale went off at then end instead of the middle like it did last year and we were able to beat the traffic out of the park by do a little off-roading, following city vehicles out of a restricted area.
Saturday was a little out of our normal routine. Our friends Gavin and Jessica were in town with their two kids and we all went to a bowling alley/arcade in Spanish Fort. I don't think any of us had gone bowling in quite a while so our scores aren't really worth mentioning... although their daughter Vivian did pretty well. Gavin even had time to show his son Harrison how to take out a "big buck" with what appears to be some kind of tactical machine gun. The best way to hunt I assume...
This weekend, so far, has not been quite as enjoyable. It started pretty early this morning when Jillian woke up (probably around 3 am) because the house was 75 degrees. Our A/C had gone out at some point and she shut it off for a while hoping that we just had frozen coils. Several hours later, we turn the air back on and things had not improved. It was about the same time that Jillian discovered a wall in the garage was wet. Not slightly wet; sheet rock turning into mush wet. A few days ago we had called the landlord of our rented home and told him about the pool of water around the water heater... so we knew he was going to be thrilled about yet another water issue.
So far today, we've had a plumber come out and fix the leak in the attic that 'mushed' up my wall and then replace the water heater. At the moment, we're sitting in the living room watching soccer with giant floor fan pointed at the couch. Hopefully, a/c gets here today or we might as well sleep outside tonight.
On a much more upbeat note, I tried Jamaican food for the first time yesterday. My boss had mentioned going to a place in town a few days back and I decided it would be a good time to try before Jillian and I make the trip south. At least I would before-hand whether or not I'd like it. Even though spicy foods and I don't mix, I thought it was terrific! Seriously, it was excellent food from a hole in the wall place I would have NEVER stepped foot in before. I had jerk chicken over rice with some kind of cabbage/vegetable slaw. Before I found out that portions were enormous, I ordered a side of fried plantains (which tasted like sweet potatoes). Awesome place. So great in fact that I went straight to work and posted a review about them on TripAdvisor.com . If you're ever in the mood for Jamaican food in Mobile, this is the place to go. They've apparently been there for 11 years so I don't think they're going anywhere.
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