This is from some point on our camping trip this past August.
Not sure why Alex is making that face, either.
I have a feeling I took the picture BECAUSE of Alex's face. But the why? No idea.
But anyway, there I am.
So while Bill was in the shower and the kids were still asleep, I was in the other bathroom and I wacked my elbow really hard on the corner of the sink and while I was clutching my elbow and willing it to not hurt, I suddenly felt very warm and my face felt prickly and I the rest of the room began shrinking as a darkness invaded from all sides and I thought this feels just like the beginning of a faint, and while I've never actually fainted, I've almost fainted - once - while I was watching the vet spay a dog for the first time - but I didn't faint then and I didn't want to faint now, with Bill in the shower and the kids asleep - what if I hit my head on the sink or the edge of the tub? That wouldn't be good. So I hung on to the sink and willed myself not to faint, saying "you're fine, you're fine, you'refine, you'refine, you'refineyou'refineyou'refine" until I felt, well, fine enough to unlock the bathroom door and go sit in the living room, draped over a chair as sudden waves of nausea and a hot sweat broke over me. Julia came downstairs a moment or two later and climbed onto me and I hugged her until I felt like I could stand up again. I felt a bit shaky for a while, but now I'm fine.
I sincerely hope your morning started off better than mine did.
Didn't do any Tuesdays with Dorie baking over the weekend OR yesterday, so I'll be doing that today and posting the results later on today. At least that's the plan.
This is the time of year when everything starts to feel like the ascent to the highest point on a flume or roller coaster. That up, up, up, anticipatory feeling...right before the drop and the feeling like your stomach is in your mouth and all the screaming erupts (around the stomach that's in your mouth) and everything just ends in a rush and swoosh and (sometimes) a splash. And maybe nausea. And then relieved laughing that you didn't crash.
So what the heck am I talking about?
Dropping Julia off at kindergarten this morning.
She and another girl are the first two to arrive, and we wait outside, all of us, for the assistant teacher to open the door to let everyone in.
Julia begins sifting through gravel and dirt. She's squatting down, no thought to being ladylike in her skirt. She's busy.
Other parents - mostly mothers, but a few fathers or grandparents, arrive, their kindergarteners and a few younger siblings in tow.
Julia has moved to a different patch of gravel.
"Julia," I say. "Don't play in the dirt."
"But Mom," she looks up at me, a concerned expression in her eyes and in the slight pout of her mouth. "I'm looking for your diamond!"
Having trouble forming sentences today. I think I need to do something other than write. But who knows - I'll probably be back later. Because I'm just so chatty.
But for now, just so it's clear I'm still around, here's a picture. (More digging through stuff i need to move to another hard drive....)
(I can't even pick out a picture...okay, found one.)
Okay, time to go do other stuff for a while. Have a lovely Thursday!
Yes, I still refer to Softie and Scratchy as the kittens.
Even though they're huge and Blur, the smallest, looks more like a kitten than they do.
Anyway, they love Alex.
Maybe it's because he doesn't grab them roughly.
Maybe it's because he is patient and kind and doesn't demand anything of them.
Maybe it's because he doesn't lock them in his bedroom. Or the bathroom. Or any room.
These were taken in April of this year. I was making what looks like a 4-loaf batch of sweet potato bread (you can see little bits of orange in the dough - that's sweet potato) and I think I remember just wanting to take pictures of Alex at work. Sometimes it seems like Julia's the one always helping out in the kitchen, or hamming it up in front of the camera, so I wanted to give him equal time.
It's funny, looking at these pictures, I'm thinking, boy, he looks younger. I mean, he IS about half a year younger than he is now, but also his hair is longer...and the really big difference is the color. He's got winter hair in these pictures. But right now, in the present day, his short hair is much lighter, bleached out by the summer sun.
Anyway, no more words are necessary. Here's my boy.
I just wanted to share this.
I mentioned my sister's new dog, Stella, not too long ago in this post (she's somewhere in the middle, I think).
Well, my sister has crocheted Stella a little sweater/coat, just in time for the fall season...
We were going to dig steamers yesterday, but with all the rain, we figured shellfishing would be closed locally, so we headed out to pick apples instead.
In the past we've always gone to orchards in the northern part of the state. This time around, Bill suggested we try the place we'd seen the signs for on Route 4. Yes, that's exactly how he put it. Didn't even know the name of the orchard - we just knew they had signs up, and that, in addition to apples, they had peaches.
So off we went....
I'm moving image files to an external hard drive, and I figured I'd share...
These were taken in May of this year. Julia had requested and received a "brown horse head on a stick" for her birthday.
I think she's named it "Brown" or "Brownie" or maybe "White Spot." Or something entirely different. I've lost track.
Anyway, not only is the horse an accomplished steeplechase competitor, but it's also got a military background.
A few weeks ago my brother-in-law (my sister's husband), Jacques, wrote the following on his Facebook status:
"Who the heck deep fries liver? No, but seriously, who does that? Really now. Apalled."
My sister said "Not me"
And I wrote "I would! Deep fried chicken livers? Sounds tempting."
And Jacques said "Figures, what else could be expected from a barefoot kitchen witch."
And with those words, the gauntlet was thrown down.
Funnily enough, I wasn't even aware of what this week's recipe was.
That's how out of the Tuesdays with Dorie loop I've been this summer.
As soon as I learned that we weren't being held to the "post twice a month" stipulation, I basically stopped participating.
It's been a busy summer here anyway, but probably no busier than a lot of other peoples' summers.
But I guess I just needed a break.
I made ribs today.
I say I made them today because it was an all-day affair. I smoked them in the Little Chief smoker along with the last of the brined beef from when I made jerky recently. (See previous post.)
Several days ago I'd written and posted pictures mainly about Julia practicing casting with her new saltwater gear. I finished that post with the following cliffhanger:
But then...right after I took this picture...our peaceful meandering was interrupted by a yell from my husband:
"Jayne! Throw me the rope!"
To be continued...
And now, thanks to a gentle prod from my friend, Tonya, I give you the nerve-jangling adventure that unfolded....
I feel like I haven't written anything here in ages, but it's really just since yesterday. That's all? It feels like a lifetime.
It's the readjustment to the school year schedule, I guess.
The getting up by such-and-such a time every morning, packing lunches and/or snacks, cooking breakfasts, making sure everyone has what they need as they head out the door.
And because I'm so organized, look at the LOVELY site I chose for these pictures.
The kids' teeth are brushed, hair looks relatively tidy, and their clothes are clean.
That's enough for me.
Here's the big boy first.