Ok, so I’ve been seriously slacking on this blogging/writing front, and I’m starting to have little niggling ambitions of getting back into things. I’ve been perusing other blogs and I’m jealous, so we’ll see how far I can capitalize on that. One thing I think I’ll need to do is more actively remember that we have a camera (several, actually) and that I could take pictures of what I do and post those. Which means, of course, that we need to streamline the process of getting photos to my blog, since the process right now involves multiple computers and too …
I’ve had a fairly steady routine script at bedtime for the last 3 years or so. After Caitlyn’s lullabies, I say, “Sweet dreams. Mama loves you. See you in the morning.” For quite some time now, Caitlyn has repeated each sentence back to me in a bedtime call and response sort of thing. Tonight’s version went like this: Me: Sweet dreams.Her: Sweet dreams.Me: See you in the morning. Mama loves you.Her: Mama loves you. I mean, Caitlyn loves you. She’s just shy of four and one-half. This is the first time she’s changed the subject of that sentence. Makes a …
It’s a blustery day, with the leaves skipping off the trees downtown and swirling around before flying away, kind of like Ridley Scott was in town. It’s cold and wet and grey, much like someone threw a switch and our Last Gasp of Summer (mild, golden days that light up the color on the trees so everything just sort of glows, again, in some filmmaker’s lighting dream) is over. So, it seems reasonable to inventory the work of the summer: 39 qts canned tomatoes 12 pts peaches + 7 pts & 1 qt left from last year 2 qts + …
We planted some fruit trees in our neighborhood a week or so ago. Dry day, but brisk and breezy and not at all friendly to the reporter who showed up in a too-thin, mostly-decorative jacket. She shivered while asking questions, poor thing. Anyway, the results are here, complete with a (much abbreviated) quote from me and a photo with Caitlyn in the background. She’s the blond behind the girl who is the focal point of the photo. With any luck, the trees will survive our inexpert, all-volunteer planting job, their first winter, and the attentions of our neighborhood kids. It’ll …
This past year, the garden and I (with help from Caitlyn) produced 48 pounds of potatoes. We grew lots of other things, but the potatoes I’m particularly pleased with. So much so, I thought it merited it’s own post, with nothing else.
Caitlyn is into nonsense, especially nonsense that rhymes or alliterates. She rattled off a string of it this evening while we waited for dinner to be served (Galway Bay in Ocean Shores – these are good potatoes!), then looked over to me and announced, “It’s funny the first time.” See, she’s also into repeating things that get a laugh out of people. Giggle the first time she says something and she’ll repeat it til your head explodes. We’ve been telling her that just because something is funny the first time, it’s not funny after that. Of course, random nonsense for …