Notice I said "when" and not "if."
I'm trying to reduce my anxiety about tomorrow's appointment with my lovely doctor with cooking/baking. I've got field peas from the garden on the simmer and a pie pastry ready for tomato pie. My crust looks like a dog made it. I am not good at pastry and that's all there is to it.
I stayed busy today, running a bunch of errands in town and then shelling some of those peas. Mr. Moon had already shelled a good amount last week and I added mine to the mix. Shelling peas is even better than ironing when it comes to having an excuse to watch TV because you don't even have to stand up. You can sit there with your feet up on the coffee table, one big bowl for shelling in so that when the peas fly out of their shells, they don't escape, the other for the shucks. Peels? Pods? Whatever. It's meditative and I wish I'd had a bushel to shell.
I don't feel like I have a thing to talk about except anxiety and that's not fun for anyone. How ironic that the thing that sent me, finally, to a doctor was anxiety and now going to that doctor causes me the most anxiety in my life. It's not his fault. It's just that he's a doctor. I sure do wish I knew why I have this reaction. Maybe if I did I could figure out how to fix it.
My husband is home. Right now he's vacuum sealing fish fillets to freeze. His birthday is on Saturday and I actually went to Bass Pro Shop today to get him presents. Have you ever been to a Bass Pro Shop? It's...interesting. Besides all of the fishing and hunting and camping gear that you'd expect them to have they also have giant wall-sized aquariums with bass and other fish swimming around in them. You can bring your kids to watch them feed the fish. They also have all sorts of apparel, a lot of it outdoor-type stuff but some of it not. And shoes. And gifts. And hats. And other stuff. It's a sportsman's paradise. Or a sportswoman's paradise. I guess. I think my husband probably spends a great deal of time there but I don't know that for sure. I know that he certainly has a lot of sportsman-related objects. And clothing. Anyway, he doesn't have what I bought him today which probably means he does not need or perhaps even want these objects but I think he'll be happy with them. At least I got him something.
And that's about it. Everything will be better by this time tomorrow.
And then on Thursday Lily and I are going shopping to get Owen the rest of the stuff he needs for camp. He's going to the same camp he went to last summer which is a camp for kids with special needs. He's going to the Epilepsy week. He's looking forward to it so much. He had the best time last year and I sure am glad he gets to go again. It's actually only five days but it'll be a fun and action packed five days.
I have the pie in the oven now and the kitchen smells of basil and onions. I'm already dissociating like crazy but hey! Free trip, right? To where, I am not sure, but it's not exactly here. There is no thunder tonight, no sudden breezes of cooler air. Just heat and humidity, and I could not be more grateful for air conditioning.
Here's a picture of Magnolia that Lily sent last night.
See you tomorrow.