Caitlyn has been eagerly anticipating the arrival of her newest cousin, pretty much ever since she was given the ok to talk about it. And yesterday she was able to hold the baby. She’s talking already about babysittting, which freaks me out a bit. I guess it’s true that Caitlyn will be 12 when this little one is 6, and they probably could be allowed to walk to the park together or something, but it’s entirely possible that I won’t be ready for that when the time comes. Save
Or maybe it’s not so sudden, really… I’m going to give myself permission to not keep up here for the rest of the month. Despite all my best intentions and even remembering to take pictures, I’m just not posting as much as I wanted to. Life is like that, sometimes. I’ll be back in September, after my grandfather’s memorial, after blueberry season, after this sprained ankle allows me to walk again, after peach canning, and after the first day of school. Be well, where ever you are.
Look what our cherry tree did this summer! It’s been one of those rare occasions when a kitchen scale would have been helpful. Since we don’t have one, I’ve no idea how much fruit our tree produced this year. We’ve eaten lots of cherries, and there are two bags in the freezer all ready to be converted into cherry cobbler. I even borrowed the neighbor’s ladder only once, leaving everything I couldn’t reach on my own for the birds … and I still feel like I came out ahead. Save
I didn’t finish them in time for Caitlyn’s birthday, but I did eventually finish the thrift store experiments, or at least part one of said experiments. I had started out thinking I would make the dress version of Patterns by Figgy’s Tee for Two. But, as previously noted, there isn’t enough fabric lengthwise in an 5x large shirt to make a dress that wouldn’t be horribly indecent on my tall offspring. I’d run into this t-shirt dress pattern a few times and almost made the Figgy’s dress as much as I could have and then added in tiers of contrasting …
I don’t really think of myself as an ambitious person. Wanting to be president or working to find a cure for cancer or becoming a box office smash, those are ambitions. I just have a wish list. Admittedly, it’s a very long wish list. And I suppose not everything on the list is actually a wish. I never find myself saying, “Gee, I wish I could clean the bathroom right now.” But I do often wish I kept house better. I’m a huge list maker. I have to-do lists on paper, on the computer, in my head. And I’m a …
Spring in these parts has been… well, to say “atypical” is to be nice about it. “Worst spring ever” is a more common description. Cooler than normal. Wetter than usual. Snow pack is something like 39,000% of normal. Some of this I haven’t really objected to, much. Yes, I’ve been a bit cranky that we still can’t reliably picnic on Wednesdays, but, as a person whose brain shuts off when it gets hot, I can’t say that the temperatures that only sometimes make it to 70 degrees have really bothered me. It’s been nice not really thinking much about watering …
