Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Grumblings and other maladies

It's hot. Even for me, who loves the heat and loves to step out of an air-conditioned room into the 90 plus temperatures.

Our oven isn't working. The range is, but no oven. So I've been dragging the toaster oven in when I need to bake and setting it up on the counter. Tonight my girls and I made chocolate chip cookie dough, then split it in thirds and each added our own ingredients. I added: chocolate chips. They added: honey, peanut butter, blueberries, almond extract, peanuts, shortening, and possibly other ingredients that I didn't see go in.....we took turns popping them into the toaster oven, and voila - dinner for 3. Yep. It's now 10:30 and I'm eating cookies and finishing off the bottle of Chianti. (I can't drink more than a glass and 1/2, so don't have visions of me passed out on the sofa with drool coming out of the corner of my mouth. I'm just a lightweight)
It's hot - did I say that? The swamp cooler just doesn't seem to be taking the edge off these days.
I acquired a basket for my bike, from my uncle. I'm thrilled - I hope now to ride to the store more often, and throw in my projects that I couldn't haul while riding otherwise. I made a custom-sized crate/basket cover from Laura Gunn's free tutorial. I just love it! I told a few people I'll next be getting a little dog to ride in the basket, and maybe a giant parrot to sit on my shoulder while I ride through the neighborhood (no offense to the man-about-town who rides around NE ABQ on his bicycle (tricycle?) with a zoo full of animals about him.)

The girls and I rode to the store tonight so they could pick out fabric for pants - I'm making Claire the Little Smarty Pants - Bermuda Shorts version. Jane wants lounge pants - not too wide-legged, though. I love it when they are in the mood for some hand-made they get older they don't as often want them. So I'm taking their interest and running with it!

My family (and I) leave Friday to backpack for 2 nights with my brother-in-law and our niece Jenn and her family. I haven't backpacked since college, when I went w/my then boyfriend, in the Grand Tetons. But I digress. I'm a bit nervous - we car camp often, where there's a cooler on hand, and an outhouse, and a source of water. Let me just be frank - I dread most having to poo in a hole in the ground. There, I've said it. I'll take an outhouse swarming with flies anyday - it's just this whole inhumane thing about digging a hole and doing your business and then burying it. INHUMANE, I said! And on that note, I bid you goodnight, and happy sewing, and enjoy your flush toilets this weekend.


Dag said...

you got it, girl, i'll be thinking of you out there every single time! :-)

Robyn said...

Just like a cat! I always wanted to be a cat...