Outside my window:
It’s hot and humid and smoggy outside. We never get smog out here, but this is apparently due to forest fires in Northern Quebec or the eastern counties. It’s unpleasant. The kids have holed up inside and are doing indoor stuff – playing with toy horses, watching cartoons and playing games.
I am thinking:
That the house is a bit of a mess.
I am thankful:
For air conditioning.
In the kitchen:
My mom and I made 8 batches of freezer jam earlier this afternoon. That’s 20 jars for our house plus the ones that mom took away with her. I’ve still got 6 quarts of strawberries left to do something with. Or maybe we’ll just eat them over the next couple of days.
There is also a casserole that the tall kid took out of the freezer waiting to go into the oven for dinner tonight. It’s one that my father-in-law made earlier in the winter. He’ll probably be the topic of conversation during dinner. There are lots of stories to tell about him still.
I am wearing:
Nothing interesting – a red t-shirt to hide the strawberry stains and black pants.
I am creating:
Still nothing. There are unfinished projects that for the moment will wait until I feel like doing something with them.
I am going:
To have to clean out space in the freezer for the jam later tonight. I should really clean out both freezers anyway. It would be a nice cool job on a hot night.
I am reading:
Maya’s Notebook by Isabel Allende.
I am hoping:
That the dad will take the kids swimming after dinner tonight. One of the neighbours told me that there are lots of snakes at the lake this year because of the high water level, so until I’ve heard otherwise, I’m staying away.
I am looking forward to:
Strawberries for dessert.
I am learning:
That three whole days in to their summer vacation, my kids are easily bored. I need to come up with a list of chores to hand out.
Around the house:
The den is in disarray because the windows are being replaced (new windows were needed, but the window that the tall kid broke sped up the whole process). The work crew returns tomorrow to put the trim back in place.
A favorite quote for today:
“Are wild strawberries really wild? Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they make a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse, or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, and though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly can you ever feel that you trust them completely? Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you’ve been warned and I will not be blamed if your Wild Strawberries cannot be tamed.”
― Shel Silverstein
One of my favorite things:
Strawberries with Amaretto and vanilla ice cream.
A few plans for the rest of the week:
I work again tomorrow, then have Friday off. I’d like to go and visit my grandma, who is in town for a respite stay at the nursing home. There is also a family reunion this weekend that we’ll attend, weather permitting.