Saturday, August 22, 2015
The Sun Came Out And It's Super Humid
I made another 7 pints of zucchini bread and butter pickles this morning and shredded three more zucchini to make fritters. Then I sprayed Riley and myself with bug spray (his is 100% organic and mine isn't) and off we went for a walk. I also took a bottle of water and riley drank most of it. We saw two dogs, a jogger, a family on bikes and a bazillion deer flies.
Now Riley is spread out in front of the A/C unit. I am poised to create lunch for myself and then read. My book is due on the 24th. A deadline.
Last night as I went to bed (after watching the Bruce Willis movie 12 Monkeys), my last thought was--Sunday paper in the morning. Only today isn't Sunday. For some reason, being home alone (no husband) has made the ONE day I have had off so far, seem like two.
The picture above is of a cucumber. Finally, I am getting a decent crop of cucumbers every two or three days. I have eaten quite a few cucumber sandwiches, made a half gallon jar of refrigerator dills, and a large bowl of sliced cucumbers mixed with sour cream and dill and I have a large bag of cucumbers in the fridge waiting to be used up.
Same deal with the zucchini. After worrying myself into a state (I can do that) thinking I wouldn't have enough zucchini to make pickles for the winter--I now have way too many and 20 pints of pickles in the closet.
Last summer I made a run to the grocery every few days to get eggplant and made the excess zucchini into ratatouille. So, I am getting my shoes on and am off to buy an eggplant and some corn. I saw a lovely recipe for Mexican roasted corn nachos. Got to have some!!!!
In reunion news: G picked up (on purpose) another guy's name tag at the "ice breaker" last night and introduced himself as that guy until he finally had enough fun and told them who he really was. They didn't believe him. He also said his wife was home taking care of "our little boy". Now, that got them going.
G is now on the planned trolley ride (he didn't want to go) around downtown Cleveland with other classmates he met at breakfast who talked him into it. He says, so far, it was a good decision. My question: who do they think he is now? I bet there are people who actually attend reunions--falsely-- and have a ton of fun pretending--and it does seem to have been quite a lot of fun for G. (and...to make it even odder--he was class president). See, it's always best to choose happiness.