Can you see the cucumber hiding there behind the mighty, glowing dollar weed?
It's going to be in my salad tonight along with some arugula and I just braved the heat and went out and picked the cuke and the beautiful bitter greens and despaired over the weeds I should be pulling but in good news, the zinnias that I planted a few days ago are coming up.
I hope it's not too late for them.
The heat continues, of course, and I simply cannot bring myself to get out in it to work. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe not.
I've had a draggy day wherein I accomplished nothing except to rearrange a small part of the kitchen counters which honestly made no difference at all in how things look or how they work, either, to tell you the truth.
But oh, doesn't it look tidy?
I've started stacking my cast iron skillets and pots in a nest on the counter in the last year.
I'm doing that because getting them out of a lower cabinet is not as easy as it used to be. In my dream kitchen, I'd have a designated wall or a pot rack from which to hang them but there isn't room for either of those things in this kitchen.
I'm not complaining. I love my kitchen which isn't fancy in the least but which offers me as much space as I really need and if I got rid of a lot of shit I don't really need, it would be even better.
I did actually have a little spate of frustration today and threw away some of the stuff cluttering the mantelpiece in our bedroom- candles, mostly, along with some incense. I haven't lit those candles in years and the incense has been used even less. I went through an incense phase a long time ago but thankfully, it is over now.
I also threw out a large ziplock bag filled with old seeds.
"Let it go," I said to myself as I opened up the trash can and dropped it in.
Phew. That's a relief.
This morning I met up with Jessie at Costco. We were both rather slow today but the boys were their usual energetic selves, of course. There weren't many shoppers so we didn't feel bad when they wanted to use the cement areas below the freezers to walk on or the spaces behind the dog food to hide in. They weren't loud or unruly. They were just themselves having a good time. I am absolutely loving watching Levon try to keep up with his brother when it comes to everything.
Little guys want nothing more than to be big guys and when something prevents that, it is the saddest thing in the world. Levon calls August "Augga" and he loves him and admires him so very much. I see the same sort of admiration from August for Owen and Gibson whom he truly must think of as demi-gods, to say the least. And they are sweet with him, too.
I get a different sort of feeling from my granddaughter. It seems to me that Magnolia June absolutely assumes that she can do anything that her brothers can do and that's all there is to it.
"Get out of my way," I can almost hear her thinking. "I have things to DO!"
The other day when I was at Lily's house, Maggie brought up Elsa from Frozen. I can't even remember what the context was but I told her that I think that she's prettier than Elsa.
Maggie leaned back on the bed and said, "I guess so," in a world-weary tone of voice that knocked me out.
So anyway, we made our way leisurely around Costco and finally they set up the samples and Beautiful Brenda was giving away the cinnamon pull-aparts and they were the favorites today for sure. I got to give her a hug and told August that it was completely appropriate that Brenda was handing out the sweetest treat because she is so sweet herself.
I'm not sure that he quite understood but the magnificent gift of being able to eat something so gooey, so cinnamony, so iced with sugar frosting was almost more than he could bear. Brenda told Jessie that they could have more and she said that no, that had been plenty but Levon said, "I DO!" which is his way of saying that yes, yes, yes, he wanted more.
They managed to contain themselves though and I was proud of them and ended up buying both boys and Maggie books.
This is the joy and privilege of being a grandparent- to bestow unexpected gifts at unexpected times.
We didn't go to lunch because Jessie could tell that Levon was ready for his nap and on my way home I saw Lily about to leave the little church parking lot which is where Owen and Gibson's bus drops them off. It's the last week of school and they are getting out early. It was nice to be able to see my boys. Maggie was with her father who was with his mother who got some surgery on her wrist today so I gave her book to Lily and we discussed perhaps going to the Wacissa tomorrow afternoon.
We shall see.
And my husband will be getting home late, late tomorrow night. It seems like he's been gone a lifetime. Last night they all went out to a fancy supper and he kept sending me pictures of what they were eating. My Lord! If I'd been on that trip I would have gained ten pounds by now. I think that he's probably very ready to leave the bright lights behind and come home to his own bed, his own house and his wife. I hope so.
And all is well here. The baby chicks are still alive and growing. I took them two chunks of almost-frozen watermelon a little while ago. Bugs haven't destroyed all of the tomatoes and perhaps we'll get a few. All of the electrical appliances are still working (knock wood!) and the cats are here somewhere. The weather forecast calls for relatively comfortable temperatures tomorrow in the low nineties and perhaps we'll get some showers on Friday and Saturday.
Robert Mueller spoke today and from what I can discern, he is saying that Trump indeed committed crimes but that he cannot be prosecuted until Congress impeaches him which of course, Trump interpreted as "insufficient evidence" which sounds pretty fucking guilty to me.
But y'all know that.
Summer's here and what with the global weather changes it is not time for dancing in the streets and I can only imagine that the cotton may be high but that it is probably shriveling up and that if catfish are jumpin', they're not jumping very high.
Still. Here we are. Here I am. Not every day can be a day of grand achievement and self-satisfaction on jobs well done. That's just life.
We'll see what tomorrow brings us.
Mr. man goes to Cost co, at least three times a week, it is his meditation and feel good place, but he can no longer eat the samples- the "see food " diet...I never go, It is a horrid place! If I had darling kids to scoot around in a cart I would go and love it, I am sure!ReplyDelete
So here we go with the Meuller spin... everyone losing their shit over what he maybe did say. Just get on with it, toss the orange bastard in the slammer!
I guess I'll go to youtube and listen to Steve Lawrence - I am pretty sure my mom listened to him on the radio in the 50s when I was a kid. And it was while she was dampening the laundry with a shaker bottle prior to ironing. So that's a good thing.ReplyDelete
You are getting far more done in a day of blistering heat than I have managed to accomplish in air conditioning. I guess. I don't know, and it sure isn't a contest. All the top cupboards are empty, and most of the bottom. And plenty of time to finish. So, let's keep on pushing grocery carts. It seems to be the limit of my thinking right now.ReplyDelete
The grand achievement is in living every day and appreciating it which you do. You get more done than a lot of people. Sweet dreams.ReplyDelete
Your descriptions of Maggie are to die for -- I guess that means she's to die for!ReplyDelete
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It sounds to me like you did a lot! I think we have a cast iron skillet somewhere but I haven't seen it in ages and now I'm wondering. Maybe we got rid of it when we left New Jersey? I do remember debating whether to move it across the ocean. Maggie cracks me up -- such personality!ReplyDelete
so so hot. everytime I venture out for shot spates, really the only reason is to water, I see all the things that still need to be done and didn't get done and probably won't get done until maybe fall. the first zinnia seeds planted are now blooming and the seedlings I finally got in the ground are looking good. I really need to go to Costco but I have to drive through the Fort Bend County construction gauntlet to get there.ReplyDelete
Why is it so hard to throw things away? This is something I struggle with mightily.ReplyDelete
Storing the pans on the counter in a nest is a great idea. I can't quite get to the back of those lower cabinets either, and when I fantasize about redoing my kitchen, I imagine making all those lower shelves into drawers. And Maggie just slays me. She is such a force of nature. Sounds like you had a wonderful varied day.ReplyDelete