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If you are a tech-savvy individual, you need a keyboard.
So far this summer, we’ve frozen corn, peaches, apricots, pluots, pesto, more corn and more peaches, blueberries, blackberries, and, uh, some random bottles of water that we put into coolers.
Yesterday we made:
I feel quite proud of us. (No wonder I spent all afternoon tired on the couch.)
There’s still hot peppers and tomatoes to acquire and process this month, and then starting in late september will be apple season (we have 3 producing apple trees). I’m trying to figure out better (i.e. more nutritional) things to do with the apples than just making apple juice, but everything I come up with takes a lot of peeling and slicing. We had boxes and boxes and boxes of apples last year, I’m not sure I can handle slicing and slicing and slicing and peeling and peeling. But I was thinking of trying an apple slicer. Anyone have opinions about apple slicers?
I went away and did ALL THE THINGS! Disneyland, Oregon, a gorgeous wooden rocking chair, I had my picture taken with Pluto* and my sisters, and I bought a silly tiny mad-hatter-does-tinkerbell hat. And we made saurkraut! Not at all in that order.**
I want to tell you about all those things because they were fun and silly and I have PICTURES. (Not enough, though, because my dad has a bunch of them, and my aunt does, and other people, and I haven’t gathered them all to me yet. And also because I forget to take pictures.) But it’s going to take time, because I’m a slow story-writer, which might not be obvious when you only see the output (or you listen to me talk), but is totally obvious when you’re in my head. Or when you know that I started composing the Adventures of the Rocking Chair over a month ago, and still haven’t finished it, or even gotten the pictures in order. I’ve been busy, I swear.
In other words, this is the post to tell you I have stories to tell you, but it isn’t actually the stories, because they aren’t written yet, but I want to get back on the blogging thing today, even if it’s just to say I’ll tell you stories later. And I have Writing to do now***, so I’m going to go do that, and I’ll get back to you with stories later.
Here’s the silly hat:
* Who I thought was Goofy, because I’m a spaz and forgot which one wears clothes.
** And if you’re my friend on facebook (or my friend in general), then you might’ve heard about most of it already…
*** Umm… after I finish getting distracted making myself silly avatars on the internet. I can’t claim that’s Writing, not even a little bit.
Analytical Mind, if you’re here, now is a good time for you to take a break. We’re good, we’re safe, we need to just be for a while. You can come back later, after we leave this coffee shop.
And Muse, if you want to come out now, I’m here, I’m listening, and I’m happy to work on any story you want. I have a small preference for the [redacted] story.
Ok, not really. But my brain is definitely loving sparkles since I started my experiment. And pink. Dear lord, the pink.
I bought “binder stickers” at Office Depot the other day. They are sparkly *and* green, all at the same time, and they only cost $2. I had to have them.
And now, my laptop has them! Too bad I can’t see them while working… but the inside of my laptop doesn’t have enough surface area for these stickers. And everyone else will be able to admire them.
Oh, and the pink. I’ve wanted a heavy shirt, flannel or corduroy, that I could throw over whatever I’m wearing for a light layer of warmth when I go out for a walk. LL Bean had just what I wanted, but all in colors I didn’t like. I ended up with pink. I don’t wear pink. (Well, only rarely.) At the same time I bought a fleecy and a jacket that are both purple. I do wear a bit of purple already, but put together they were all GIRLY. And now glitter?
Fortunately, I’m secure enough in my geek-hood and non-girl-hood* to tolerate both glitter and pink. 🙂
* Not to say manhood, because that’s technically incorrect and I don’t, in fact, aspire to be a man. Maybe I mean womanhood, as in grown-woman-hood, the opposite of girliness?
I know our analytical mind can be a bit overbearing. It can’t help itself, it’s been this way for years and is still trying to learn how to be gentler. Please don’t take its antics seriously. We’re all learning how to be together. We’ll get better. Please don’t give up on us too quickly. Also, if you can find a way to tell me when we’re being too analytical, just like you’ll tell me when you have a great idea, then I promise I’ll try to listen and respond appropriately. I want to build you a nice safe sandbox, and I also want to work towards making money. Please help me out.
Dear Analytical Mind,
Please don’t judge the first output of my Muse. Don’t hold her up to any expectations. We should nurture her and lure her hear with treats, give her a nice sandbox to play in. Whatever happens is what happens and shall not be expected or demanded. We can judge our ability to construct the sandbox. We can (later) judge the output of the sandbox with the goal of making it better, i.e. edit. But only after she has left and her feelings won’t be hurt. She’s sensitive and we love her and want her to be happy.
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If anyone understands comfort, this cat understands comfort. She knows how to make anywhere comfy, and she’ll always find *the* comfiest spot. Doesn’t she make you want to lie down on a deck chair?
* In my backyard. I didn’t sneak over into their yard to get this picture, that would be creepy.