Why do we have a 4 day weekend off of school? I’m not entirely sure. But we like it. Even bus paras need days off now and then.
Why am I the recipient of video evidence of Cameron and Preston’s karaoke night? Again, I am not entirely sure, but if you send it, I feel the need to preserve it. I love that they get together and do things. My mom heart is happy. But my ears. Oh Lordy my ears!
Things like water this watermelon. Why am I watering watermelon who will probably never live long enough to actually be eaten? It’s called hope. I’ve been growing them all dang summer and I still would like to eat at least one of them! They are about the size of my hand right now. My common sense brain says it will freeze before they get ripe. My heart really wants to successfully grow them to eating size. Summer forever. I don’t know what I did wrong. All of my neighbors ate watermelon all summer. I was told it was a great year for it. I had huge vines. I had zero melons until now, and it is sad. Still, a miracle could happen and we could go another couple weeks without a freeze right? Right? Jim, who actually hates watermelon has even been helping me keep it watered….be sure he feels sorry for my sad tale of watermelon woe. At this point, we are about 40,000 gallons of water in. No sense is quitting now.
When I am outside, I constantly hear yipping, hyperactive rustling of leaves, and see clouds of dust. It is good to see Zoey playing and fitting in so well. Maude and Zoey seem to be great friends. Crazy, hyper, insane, maniac friends.
I am still picking up black walnuts. I have my reasons. Not all of them are nice but
1- as much as I love wildlife, the squirrels who keep eating my flowers and garden produce really tick me off. If I can get rid of some of their food, it feels like revenge.
2- I hate black walnuts. They taste terrible. I remember grandma ruining good cookies and brownies by adding walnuts. Nobody is adding them to anything here. If I was starving, yes I could eat them, but I would rather not.
3- I do love sweet potatoes. I am making 2 stops this weekend - to sell my nuts and then to use the money I made to buy sweet potatoes from walnut guy’s neighbor. I’d rather store the taters than the walnuts in case of food shortages or zombie apocalypses.
4- last year, I broke my shoulder walking across flat ground. I do not need little rolling balls of death helping me out. Seriously, they are a tripping hazard.
5- I want to mow one last time before putting the mower up for the winter. Walnuts make missiles that break windows.
I’m not done, but the girls have agreed to picking up one of the last places left tomorrow. I mean who doesn’t want to pick up walnuts when you have a day off?
At least it is beautiful out there. Weather and scenery.
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