Summertime…and the livin’ is eeeeasy…
Oy. I miss the lazy summer days of my childhood. Drinking iced tea and reading book after book after book. Sweating like a pig to slaughter because we didn’t have air conditioning in the hot and humid summers of Chicago. Ok, I miss everything but that last bit. Don’t miss the lack of a/c at all.
Summer has hit hard, as is evidenced by the fact that my last post was a week ago. I’ve started several posts and never finished them. You’re not missing much.
My computer has to go in to be repaired and it could likely be gone for 2 weeks. The CD tray has a goblin; it won’t open, if it does open, it won’t rip or burn CDs, and sometimes it just pops open to say HI! It’s been like that for a couple of months; I haven’t been in any hurry to be without my computer. Then the volume control stopped working. Then, this week, Outlook decided to just stop sending and receiving emails (so if you’ve been sending me emails, I’m not ignoring you, I can’t get them). The final straw was when the external hard drive I bought to back up my computer before taking it in stopped working. The computer is roughly 7 months old. Ah…technology…doing its part to age me quickly.
It’s hot. Bloody hot. And if you’re from Phoenix, yes, it’s hotter there. But it’s damned hot here right now. We’re breaking records left and right this week. How hot is it? At 8:53 am it is officially 73 degrees–bull honky! I was just outside and it’s at least 85. No clouds, and humidity at around 27%. Dry heat, my sweaty foot! And, just in case we think it’s been like this forever, exactly 6 months ago Denver was suffering through the first of four consecutive blizzards. I’ve been spending a lot of time in the basement, where it’s tit-popping cold (yes, that is quite the mental image). The computer is up in the kitchen, and I don’t dare try to move the laptop, it has enough issues.
J’s arm is healing nicely. He bangs his cast on the table to get attention or make a point. He’s starting to remind me of Khrushchev.
I can’t crochet, but I can support this. Shelley is collecting granny squares to assemble into afghans for kids with cancer at Camp Sanguinity. My mom, bless her heart, has already made some squares and was going to teach me (yes, ME, Cursing Mama!) this weekend when she was here, but we ran out of time. I have a year, so I’m going to try to make at least one. I have great small-motor skills (except for handwriting–good thing the blog is typed), but fibercraft has always been beyond me. So if you crochet (Cursing Mama, I mean you!), check this out and start. Please. I’ll have a button in the sidebar soonish.
My crisper runneth over. A friend and I are sharing a share of a CSA (community supported agriculture). Every Thursday afternoon we get an unholy amount of fresh, organic produce. I don’t know about her, but my family can’t keep up and we like vegetables. But lettuce is in season right now, and as much as I love salads, I’ve been tossing a bunch of slimy heads. We’ve been getting garlic scapes (mmmm…they’re the curly green tops of garlic) and they make THE BEST garlic pesto. Fresh herbs, bok choi (which I love), turnips. But the lettuce must stop already!
It is so rare that the a/c is on at 9 am. Usually it doesn’t kick in until noon or later. It’s now up to 82 degrees at 9:13 am.
Best wrap up this novella, we have a playdate this morning in the basement. I’m probably going to disappear with the computer being gone. If I suddenly reappear, it simply means I tied Tom up and hijacked his computer for a bit.
Sweet mother of mercy, it.is.hot.