So Rachel said to the Paleontologist

Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus, may you catch the goats that roam freely through life’s path!

Today was, by all accounts (aka mine), a good one.

Indeed, I awoke to soft sunlight filtering through the high window in mine and Lily’s room. As I like to do, I did nothing for perhaps five minutes, before I picked up mum’s phone with the intention of writing the blog.

I was in a very happy mood, so when Lily got up (complaining about a terrible sleep due to a green exit light (she has an eye mask but apparently the knowledge that it was there kept her awake), I joyously got up with her and was just very cheery, so I was making her laugh and I was being very “goofy” as Lily kept saying, even though I secretly hate that word.

I made myself some toast, but the toaster burnt the toast 😔 so I had burnt toast! Which I secretly kinda love. All my secrets are coming out today!

As Lily and I ate breakfast at the breakfast bar, as dad called it, I felt very Adult™️ and Mature™️ because we discussed how people should pursue their dreams and not get stuck in what they think they want, but don’t actually care about and so put little effort into achieving, and then get stuck in a cycle of not caring so not trying hard so not getting fulfillment so not caring etc etc. What interesting conversations we have.

I then stated that Franco was a rip off dictator, which is probably super insensitive since I’m sure many people died, but I have never learnt about him so I don’t know anything about him except that he gave his power back to the monarchy that he took it from when he died, which is not the dictator vibe. Anyway.

I then did sit down to write my blog, as mum and dad made plans for the day. The agreement was to go to Kamiros. As Lily said, “so Rachel said to the Paleontologist”.

I blogged for ages. Hours upon hours of hard work, toiling away. As a hilarious Instagram post once said, the children yearn for the mines.

Lily is chuckling right now. She loves that post.

The rest of the family swam in the little pool, but I wasn’t in a pool mood, so I kept them company, writing the blog still. We played the Ginger song that I believe Gina linked in that DAMN GINGER BOY, which we took a moment to understand but we found it really funny.

I finished the blog and just chilled, laughing at my foolish sisters as they did “Edna running” in the pool.

But the time came to go out, so we got ready (there was a real battle over who got to wear what clothes; I could have Lily’s skirt if she got to wear Allegra’s skirt that Allegra was wearing; so I had no skirt and asked to wear Allegra’s other skirt, Allegra said hmm, let me think, and then she finally said yes and Lily said, you can wear my skirt. Anyway) and we hopped into our car and drove away!

Well, after maybe a five minute struggle with the remote controlled gate, which we couldn’t get to close all the way, we accidentally opened another gate, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we had somehow opened a portal to hell that will unleash a horde of demons.

But the drive was fun, although not bopping. I did ask for music, but Lily who was a little antsy because she was worried we might not be back in time to watch the F1 race, said shortly, “there’s nothing wrong with a bit of silence”.

I refer you to “don’t put this in the blog”, when Lily couldn’t stand the silence. We all laughed at this.

Anyway, I myself wasn’t feeling the silence so I named some interesting things that perplex me (such as, our body is not us, our brain is us, our body is just a shell), but mum escalated it and we ended up in an argument slash discussion that we have had before about living in the moment (I think it’s not a sustainable way of living. Mum thinks it’s the only way to be truly happy).

This annoyed many, but we stopped when we stopped (hehe) in a small town to get some lunch. After a little struggle, we made it out with some cheese puffs and a bread roll with raisins. As dad said, no gourmet meal. As Lily said, peasants back in the day would be eating like kings.

We drove to our destination, ancient Kamiros, which I was very happy about, because it was this ancient city that was uncovered by the Italians when they controlled Greece in the 1920s, and I was overjoyed to be seeing it.

It was really really cool. There was a temple, a bunch of houses, the town square, honestly I just loved it. I love it because it makes you realise how important and unimportant you are in the scale of humanity. 10/10 feeling.

Me, mum and dad slowly strolled around, looking at everything, reading the signs etc. My sisters did not care for it much, so they speeded ahead. We would only see them in spots of shade where they deigned to wait for us.

At one pointed they stopped under an impressive tree, and dad hugged it. Dad is a lover, as we know from Give Puys a Chance.

Dad kept cracking jokes. Such as “that restaurant has been well preserved!”

One time me and a dad unwittingly and then wittingly walked in places we weren’t supposed to (the rope barring it off was very misleading, what can I say?), so for a moment we felt like people of old, waking through the streets.

Who knew the people of old had such developed phones?

And by that I mean, dad and I took a selfie. I said I would title it, “dad and his favourite daughter” and dad said he would too.

Turns out he lied.

Anyway, we saw my sisters again at the exit point, and when we asked, “what should we do now?” Allegra immediately said, “I suggest, a family skibidi dance?”

I would like to say we all shook our heads in derision. That we scorned her for suggesting such an immature thing, and flounced off maturely, knowing we were superior to the rabble who partake in “skibidi dancing”.

But instead, we all immediately formed a family dance circle, and skibidi danced like our life depended on it.

And let’s say, if our life depended on it, dad would have been the death of us all. He couldn’t quite get his knees to wobble in the way us younguns could. But heckity darn did he give it a try.

Skibidi dance over, we received a few glances from the surrounding visitors (I like to think they were impressed), and made our way back to the car.

In the car, Lily said that when I sing it’s “obnoxious” and “annoying”. So. Obviously I can never sing again, only cry.

We found a supermarket, and happily found some WEETABIX! That’s right folks, the most delicious breakfast (barring crumpets of course), something I haven’t eaten in way too long, weetabix!! One last box, Lily joyously laughed as she grabbed it.

Yay!!

We got back home (passing the freaky abandoned buildings), and quickly dove in the pool.

It was very fun, there was a life saver ring thing, you know the stuff they throw in movies, and Allegra sat in it, but she flipped upside down, and it was hilarious because it sort of happened in slo mo, and all we saw was her horrified face and then her butt. It was really really funny.

Anyway.

The time came to set up f1. Lily was fiddling away with dad in the computer and tv, and we managed to connect them!

And I was impressed with her, right up until she walked right into a door, like a bird. Yes it was clear, but still.

I laughed so hard.

So me, dad and Lily watched f1. My man Hamilton did not advance nor drop in place, much to my chagrin. I feel bad for the guy who referred to himself as “useless. Absolutely useless”.

Which was hilarious, but still.

Then Lily went back in the pool, the twins were still tanning. Me and mum stayed inside, me reading and mum working, but after mayhap an hour it got too hot so I did go outside and swim in the pool.

We then played some uno, and there was a lot of disagreement on the rules (dad wanted to play basic version, Lily wanted to play the version with a few extra things (such as plus 2 on plus 2) and I wanted to play the version with more extra things (such as every time a 0 is played you switch your hand with your neighbour)).

We did not play my version.

But in the second round, the twins and I invented the rule of 7s: if anyone plays a 7, everyone has to dab. If you don’t, you pick up 7 cards.

Mum decided she was exempt from this rule.

Dad went out on a 7. His dab was as spectacular as it was smug.

We had to do another patented Simpson dance circle, since some bopping tunes were being played. The moves were fantabulous, if I do say so myself, although mum kept saying we should push someone in the pool from their chair, so we all scootched away.

And then the parents went to make dinner, a pasta salad I was told, and the twins practiced their pool dance routine that they are planning for the “cinnamon spice latte dance comp in downtown Connecticut” or whatever.

I helped ofc.

Dinner came around, and I joyously dug in to the pasta salad, one of my favourite meals because of a distinct lack of onion and courgette.

Imagine my surprise when I taste the very vegetables that I despise.

As miserable as a girl on a four week holiday in Greece could be (so, the very saddest people on earth really), I picked them out one by one, so that I could eat my pasta salad in peace, to the frequent eye rolls of my family.

I don’t think “refined taste” is an excuse I can use anymore at this point.

After dinner, I did a lot of dancing because my favourite songs were playing (Taylor Swift of course), but eventually I did have to sit down and start the blog.

It was all going so well, I would have finished the blog that night, but the twins had gone to bed (mystical magical by Benson Boone started playing, you see), and when I went to ask Allegra for something, I gave Tate a hug, and then got a lil bit sad about next year when they won’t be here ☹️, so I did cry about that and to cheer me up Lily willingly played some Hamilton songs, so really the takeaway is that I just need to work on my fake crying and it’ll be Hamilton all round! Yayyy!!!

And then I never started writing the blog again, because mum saw the video of dad doing the skibidi dance and laughed so hard for so long, I have never heard mum laugh like that, for five minutes or more, it was genuinely amazing, and to be fair, I laughed too so it is understandable.

And so this is where we pause our trek up Mount Olympus, folks.
Bye family!!! 👌En savoir plus