There is a predictability to the ride, especially after all these years. Clear patterns. Same old things but wearing different clothes. Here we go, yet again. We could phone it in, but we don’t. We still invest emotion. One still hopes, or wants to. Others of us remember what hope looked like, but it’s buried… Continue reading Red Skies in the Land of Crazy
This isn’t something you’ll be able to make all the time, of course. In fact, in order to make the project worth your time and effort, it helps if you gradually stock up on the ingredients over, say, a year.
It really helps if you’ve got small children and your whole family gets massive head colds throughout the winter. Just, you know, save the bits and pieces in ziploc bags in the freezer so they’ll stay nice and almost-fresh.
It’s been a pretty regular day today. I made an experimental batch of cinnamon rolls with mushed up peaches in the filling (yum, in case you ever want to try that yourself)…Julia went to a birthday party…our niece, Lisa, is up visiting from Florida and we got to spend some time with her. A good day. Relaxing.
The sky is a brilliant blue today.
I kept feeling, this past week, that I should write something to…what word to use? Commemorate? Acknowledge? Remember? To give a nod, bow my head, to this date, September Eleventh, and the horrible events of ten years ago.
Only I didn’t know what to say.
Busy day. Still not feeling great, but despite (or because of) that, I spent the day – like the past several – careening around the house like a pinball from one must-do project to another. Why? I don’t know. It’s how I careen.
Anyway, let’s see, I dropped Julia off at a birthday party, then about an hour and a half later Bill took Alex to his (Alex’s) ball game (fall ball), and then I picked up Julia, dropped her off at Alex’s game, and then headed to work. Bill had told me to call in sick, but I couldn’t do it. Anyway, I got there, and they didn’t need me, so I got to leave in order to (per one of my coworkers) have some soup and some tea with honey and lemon.
I opted, instead, to catch the end of Alex’s game.
I’m sick. Started with a sore throat the other day, aches, slight light headedness, weird clenchy/hungry spasms in my stomach. But I have so much to doooooooooooooooooooo!!! I had planned to spend my two days off canning things, baking, writing posts, working on a baby quilt, working on other sewing or jewelry projects…with the occasional… Continue reading Why There’s No Post Up
That’s it. That’s all I’ve got at the moment. But aren’t the slices pretty? Here’s a post from three years ago with more red onion pictures.
School was supposed to start last week, but Hurricane Irene gave Bill and the kids an extra week of summer vacation.
Last Tuesday I had the kids doing all sorts of day-before-the-first-day-back-at-school things: cleaning their rooms, stripping and remaking their beds (okay, I did the remaking), cleaning out their backpacks and restocking them, choosing their clothes for the next day…lots and lots of work.
And then, at some point early in the afternoon, I learned that the first day of school wasn’t going to be tomorrow. It might be Friday, but they weren’t sure.
So I told the kids, and they immediately dropped everything and tried to go off to play, but I stopped that nonsense and told them they still had to finish.
“Why? We don’t even have school tomorrow!”
I don’t care. You need to clean up this big mess that you made while you were cleaning. Just do it now, and then it’ll be DONE.
Grumblingly, they trudged back to the dining room and finished my cruel and torturous chores.
Some days, motherhood is so much fun!
We tried growing tomatillos once years ago, but we didn’t know what we were getting into. We thought we’d have tame, manageable plants, kind of like tomatoes.
We were wrong. The tomatillo plants grew huge and crazy, and since we’d planted them in front of shorter things, we ended up (gasp) yanking them out of the ground before they could produce anything.
I know. Shameful. But we were relative novices then, and skittish. This year, armed with experience, confidence and more garden space, we tried again.
I just put up a new banner for this month.
It went through several incarnations, but I knew I wanted to include images of yesterday’s harvest.
September is a big transition month, I think, garden-wise. Lots of harvesting, lots of clearing out and preparing for the winter and the following spring.
Lizards. And a blob of extra batter.
Alex had a friend sleep over, and I promised I’d make pancakes for breakfast.
Just to amuse myself (and score “best Mom who makes pancakes” points), I put some batter in a piping bag and had fun drawing.