Pretend that heap of sticks and all that junk aren't there, and just look at my view from the back porch table. :)
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Well, this weekend didn't turn out as planned. :\
I worked hard last week - brain overload hard, probably fried some circuitry. After spending three straight 12-hour days bent over documents, my neck and shoulders hurt. The plan was to chillax all weekend.
Friday night was Senior Night for the band, the cheerleaders, and the football team. They did it before the ballgame. We went to that and cheered acceptably loud when Granddaughter #1's name was called. We waited until her parental units (who had escorted her on the field) to get back to the stands with the rest of The Granddaughters, then we high-tailed it out of there. So did The Other Grandparents, taking the youngest two Granddaughters with them. The Husband and I had arrived in separate cars; he went to get us a hamburger while I ran home to get some papers I was supposed to have taken to the ballgame. The Other Grandparents live about two miles up the road from our house; I passed the papers off to them at the 3-way stop sign that's halfway between us, and came back home to await the arrival of my burger.
Lord, it takes a lot of work to raise children.
Anyway . . . .
Yesterday morning, I poured some coffee and made some toast and settled back in my recliner with the Kindle. When The Husband got up an hour later and turned on the tv, I brought the laptop out to the porch to work online word puzzles. Come lunchtime, I was still in my housecoat. Since we had contemplated driving three hours to watch The Granddaughter's band perform in a competition at 4, I got dressed, just in case we decided to do it.
Getting dressed was my first mistake.
On the way back through the kitchen, I stopped to stack the work papers I'd left on the table when I went to Senior Night. Then I noticed dishes in the sink and loaded the dishwasher, which led to wiping down counters, etc. About the time I finished the kitchen and came back out to the porch, The Husband came out. We vetoed the competition trip, and he went to mow Nanny's yard. I thought, "Cool, I'll have the rest of the afternoon to myself."
I walked around the yard a little bit and noticed our Granny Smith apple tree still had a few apples hanging on. Some critter has got the rest of them, and I've been meaning to pick what's left for us humans. I picked three apples, brought them in, cooked them a little bit, and made some muffins with them. When I turned the muffins out of the pan, they collapsed. I scooped them up, stuffed them back into the tin, and baked them a little more. (They look a little weird, but they taste ok.) I'd cleaned up the kitchen again and was about to try a muffin when The Husband came back and said he might be in trouble.
I said, "What did you do?" He said, "Come look." I followed him around the house.
He had found a pretty good wagon load of tomatoes, ripe and green, in our grassy garden.
I said, "Ohhhhh shit."
I didn't want to lose those tomatoes, but I didn't want to fool with them, either. There probably weren't enough empty jars for all of them, never mind rings and lids, and not enough supplies on hand to make green tomato relish. And I'd just cleaned the kitchen for the second time. Eventually, I caved, and canned the ripe tomatoes. Had to clean out the refrigerator and rob jars for enough lids. I offered the green tomatoes to a friend and even tried to give them away on Facebook, but had no takers. They are still outside in the wagon.
This morning was pretty much a repeat of yesterday morning until 10:30, when The Husband said, "What time does that birthday party start?"
I said, "BIRTHDAY PARTY? Ohhhhh, shit!" I had totally forgotten about our step-granddaughter's birthday party, hadn't bought her a present.
We made a flying trip to town, and arrived only 45 minutes late to the party.
Can I please have the rest of the afternoon off?
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