Sunday Happy

August for real. What happened to the year? This summer is just flying by and even though it has been so freaking dumb hot for like ever, It feels like it just begun. I bet it's because of the heat, that my brain is not functioning right and that I have lost all concept of time. But you know what August means.. August means soon to be fall. And that is just fine by me because I really am craving some apples and I miss my sweaters. Oh how I miss them so. 

Last week started off at Bread and Puppet which was awesome per usual. Lots of big puppets, lot of people in white, people sprawled all over the grass. Politically charged, funny and beautiful. I am always so entranced when we go to the circus. If you are anywhere near Glover VT on a Sunday this summer, go, check it out, it's freaking awesome. And right down the road from the puppet field is Jes's farm where ee tried out her new Hipcamp site. The spot was great, the views were awesome, and the mr was right near a stream so he was a happy fisher. I on the other hand was just excited to be away from town. Read for a while and crawled int the tent as soon as the sun went down (kind of similar to my bedtime routine at hime too)  And sure there was a tick (the mr), a leech,(also the mr) and a lot of peeing on ones foot while squatting (me) but other then that, it was fantastic and just what we needed.

Then we returned and did life. Had dinner with my mom and the littles, placed Coco in a planter, made Miley and Judah gigantic ice cream cones, and watched Barb make all the best faces a happy, peppy 18 year old girl can make. Wednesday Nicks sister Emma came over for dinner and shot the shit with us for a while then Thursday came around which entailed  lots of mid summer running around, fixing this, doing that, farm share (so many tomatoes) and getting ready to leave the coming day.

Friday Shannon, Megan, the mr, and I hopped into the car and drove down to Rhode Island for the afternoon to spend some time with our Uncle Seth. The mr drove the whole way there while Megan squeaked and squealed in the back set and us girls counted and organized the amount of times and where we moved to growing up (I was at 19 times by 16.. I guess we were a family of gypsies). Had a good lunch with David, checked out a grave yard and a giant glass circle, then made our way over to Seths loft for a visit. We were all in need of a good Seth visit. Just to hear him laugh or see him smile was such a great gift. And after our visit   we went to Whole Foods to buy Whole Foods, and jumped back into the car, the mr driving the whole time, Megan squeaking and squealing in the back set, until we made it home.....Very late. I feel asleep for a few hours, woke up, went to work, loaded and unload some kilns, came home, cleaned the house, then pass the fuck out. It was a long week. 

The mr and I are doing Sunday like we did last week. We both have a few things to do this morning but then we are going to meet at home for lunch and head out. Where to, not exactly sure, but we aren't coming back until tomorrow morning. The camping stuff is still out, the weather is suppose to be hot and humid but sunny, so there really isn't any reason to no run away up a mountain or into the woods.  And I think I deserve a good long day of not talking to anyone. Camp coffee, a good book, and a soft place to set my head. It will be good. 

Internet reading from the week. 

-WHen anyone complains about any anything, the first thing I ask is if they have had any water lately... Most people, especially littles, say no. Off Your Mental Game? You Could Be Mildly Dehydrated

-Which Vision Of Farming Is Better For The Planet?.

-Kind of in love with these Improvised Wall Tapestries Crafted with Vibrant Thread Combinations. I want rub my face into them.

-These animals spend their whole lives waiting to have sex, and then they die. So there is that. 

-When Your Name Doesn’t Feel Like You. I can totally see show this could be a thing that some people have to deal with. I like my name, and I think it totally fits me.  But I have known (take my uncle Seth for example) people that have hanged their names. I mean, it's something you have to deal with for your entire life so you know, own it or change it I guess. 

-I would barf if I lived here, but it's cool. A Colorful, Geometric Wonderland That Might Feel Like You’ve Jumped Inside a Kaleidoscope

-Why Does It Seem Like Everyone Is Getting Sick from Salad? This is one good reason (of many) to eat as locally as you can and know exactly where your food comes from. 

-How Explorers Sleep in Extreme Spots. Whoa.

-I have definitely rented a book because of its pretty flower cover (I just picked up My Absolute Darling) How Publishing’s Floral-Print Trend Came to Rule the World’s Bookshelves. I really appreciate a good cover. For some reason pictures of people on overs bother me. 

-For More Flavorful Desserts, Forget This Ingredient. IT would probably benefit more then just flavor too. 

Pictures from the week... and Barb eating pizza. Ha

Happy Sunday

-C

Sunday Happy

Forecasters are calling for a stormy week, supposedly starting today. And you know what, I really hope that we get it, and get it all. Everything is so dry and crunchy and we just need rain. I need rain. Too many sunny days in a row actually start to have an opposite effect on me. I get cranky. I need some overcast and gloom. It helps my brain. That might sound crazy, but I know I am not the only one. (right?) Anyway, we need the rain so it better freaking rain. 

Just another mid summer week.  The mr was all week work work working, I did some work, but was not overly busy, I kind of was feeling like shit, especially the beginning of the week. Super hot Monday followed by hot and humid Tuesday just felt like a slap in the face. I am, and I think that we are all, officially over the hot humid shit. It is just too much. I feed Megans evil cat all week which was annoying since that cat basically tries to kill me everytime I look at him (he really is a mean little fucker). Barb and I had a mid week meet up at the farm for green bean and flower picking, Now I have so so so many beans because  I have been doing a lot of picking of all sorts of tasty things, including beans, at home in the garden (so many raspberries, not to mention all of the kale (Happy dance me))  Pretty soon it's going to be an onset of so much food. I am getting ready. The chest freezer is plugged in, got some more  canning jars and freezer bags. Bring it on I say. I'l take it, I'll take it all. Which bring me to Thursday Farm share. Got the first tomatoes of the season (whoop whoop)  and had to stop myself from shoveling them all down my throat. I decided to try and be proactive this year and not overdue the tomatoes and give myself hella shitty reflux. We will see how I do. 

Friday we had plans for a tree house picnic with the littles but it ended up turning into a front porch picnic. To many people to fit way up high in that tree. It's all about safety first. We had (not me, I ate lettuce zucchini bowl) cucumbers, green beans, peaches, and fluffernutters. Miley and Judah  were not so impressed because they get to eat that shit whenever, but Barb. Oh was she excited for the fluff, just shoving it down like a champ. Haha. And Coco, that little dude can eat. He picked himself a giant cucumber from the garden and managed to eat just about all of it, this is after he ate like a quart of berries and a bunch of green beans. That little, he knows the way to my heart. 

And then somehow while we were taking our after dinner stroll around the block, the mr fell off of Miley's scooter and like maybe broke his wrist....For real, his wrist yersterday was like a ballon and he can barely move it.  I went to work at the studio (loaded a glaze kiln... I am so good at loading glaze kilns) and came back to bags of half frozen corn and peas leaking juice all over and the most miserable mr I have seen in a long time. HIs wrist was hurting him way bad.  SO two things, the littles are to NEVER ride a scooter without the proper head gear and maybe some wrist pads again and maybe not at my house for a while and  the mr is just straight up NEVER to ride a scooter EVER again. Broken wrist or not. He doesn't have a helmet. And I can't deal with a miserable mr. 

Today depends on how the mr is when he wakes up. If his wrist is still really swollen and he is miserable, I am going to run away...HA, no , I am going to drag his ass to the X-ray place and get his wrist looked at. If he is feeling better, well then I am going   bike into town to the gym, hit up the old library, hope for rain, but that it doesn't start til I get home from said library ( but really I will be ok, my back pack is waterproof so I can handle a little rain) do a few errands with the mr and then veg out for the rest of the asfternoon. I am really hoping for the latter of the two.

Internet from the week.

-Heat Making You Lethargic? Research Shows It Can Slow Your Brain, Too.  Finally some science to explain why I am garbage when I am hot.

-FDA Outlook on Plant-Based 'Milk' Is Bleak: "An Almond Doesn’t Lactate". Hahaha. No almonds do not... And not sure I care what they call plant based "milks".. maybe I should? And think of the possibilities of a new name... Almond hey yeah!

-In love. Vintage Summer: A Seventies-Style Shoppable Airbnb in Montauk

-Are We Really as Awful as We Act Online? Oh shit, some of the things people say. I don't know, sometime I think people are even worse...

-I think we are going to buy this tent. I would have already but I am trying to find it for cheaper (I have found it for 299.. still want it to be cheaper though), maybe wait for a sale? I don't know, but it is the tent that we want. 

-The Lawless Energy of Teen-Age Girls. I don't know why, but I really connected with these photos. Maybe it's because I was a teenage girl at one point, and I am pretty sure I did karate in a field too. 

-Buffy was the best, like seriously kick ass cool. A 'Buffy The Vampire Slayer' Reboot Is Reportedly In The Works

-What's the Difference Between Persian & English Cucumbers? I guess size matters. 

-I want so very much to see one of these performances. I mean, a ballet at a farm, pretty fantastic. Maybe I'll surprise the mr and bring him or...Maybe he will surprise me.  Farm to Ballet Project. 

-Inside a mostly faded culture on Norway’s border with Sweden. Magical farmers. Take me there. 

Pictures from the week 

Happy Sunday!

-C

Sunday Happy

Mid summer days. Hard to believe that the year is more then half way over. My oh my, how fast time seems to be ticking by. I better get on that, and that being everything I better get on. 

The week went as usual. This and that, running around, blah blah blah.I cleaned that car, spent far to long on the phone with gas company, and managed not to mow the lawns once this week (probably should so that really soon) The mr is that same, work all day, come home and work in the tree at night. The tree house is almost done soon so that will be good. I have been tending to the garden, everything is coming in oh so nicely and all of a sudden there is more kale and rhubarb that I know what to do with (thats a damn lie, I know how to deal with it all.. MY FACE). And not only is my garden bountiful, farm shares have been mega and I am just a happy camper chopping and bagging it all to shove into the deep freezer for those cold winter nights.

Only and I made a visit to the vets where he got poked and prodded. 100% awesome, even though he is now considered a geriatric cat.  Our vet is in love with him (she loved Washer too) because our pets just sit and take the abuse. The more I poke at them, the happier they are. Weirdos. We also did a mid week littles sleep over. We played in the yard, picked  berries, made Coco scream, and ate all of my berries.  After dinner Miley somehow conned the mr into buy ice cream AND a giant KitKAT bar. So they ate a lot of sugar while we watched Billy Madison and laughed our asses off. I mean, if you were a little, wouldn't that be the perfect night? The next morning, we  skipped camp, made rainbow pancakes and I let them watch Nailed it while they ate.( they want me to teach them how to cook so they can be on a food completion. Its now my goal in life) Then Barb came over to hang and pancake and pick all the berries, kale, and beans in garden, you know to test for quality control. And then we wondered around the neighborhood, hit up the thrift store (FREE BOOKS FOR MILEY!!!) and were just the coolest kids around.  Then I had it, needed to get some shit down so wee dropped them off at home after a trip to the transfer station to get rid of the recycling. We found pogo stick there. That was fun. 

Friday my mom came over for  this cherry upside-down cake. She said it was the best cake ever so maybe you should make one too. How can you pass up the best cake ever? 

Yesterday I worked all morning at the studio, loaded a kiln, mixed some glazes then came home to an empty house. And clean did I clean. A week of in and out and littles and spilled this and so much fine wood chips. The house felt sticky and gross so I spent the rest of my Saturday scrubbing and vacuuming and raining terror down on the mr for using a cup and leaving it on the counter. Word of the wise, stay the fuck out of my way when I am cleaning. 

Today I am going to bike into town, do the  gym, return overdue library books, and then veg. The mr and I have been carving a few spoons this week so I will probably do some of that, and provably  throw some pots to go with those spoons in the basement. It's  suppose to get hot again toady so the basement might just be where it is at. I should probably do some laundry while I am down there too... 

Interneting from the internet

-Can a Laugh Be Inherited? How Genes Define Who We Are. I hope no one gets my laugh, everyone picks on my laugh (assholes)

-Hum, what is it that I Am tasting. IT's Umami.  Umami: The 5th Taste, Explained

-Do You Like Jokes and Crafts? This Punny Video Of Amy Poehler and Nick Offerman Is Sew Good. I have watched more then once... It just makes me smile. 

-I feel like you have to see this because I had to see this and cannot unsee it. MAN WITH WORLD'S LONGEST FINGERNAILS CUTS THEM OFF AFTER 66 YEARS, SELLS THEM TO MUSEUM

-It's all my brains fault. Ha. Why Your Brain Tricks You Into Doing Less Important Tasks

-Holy Shit, not good. An 11 million-ton iceberg is threatening a tiny village in Greenland

-Vintage Travel Trailer Paint Jobs You Won't Ever Forget. We need to get on fixing our....... 

-What a strange way to grow ups without a shit tin of siblings. And to be stuck near the middle is good fun. The Extinction of the Middle Child

-The thing people can create.  New Miniature Lace Scenes by Ágnes Herczeg Capture Quiet Domestic Moments

- The moment Trump baby blimp lifts off

Pictures from the week. 

Be happy

-C

Sunday Happy

I do not ever want to have to deal with that heat for that long ever again. It almost fried my brains out.  I mean, the freaking toothpaste and soap got boiling hot. It was unreal. And the poor mr, having to deal with over heated me. All rational thoughts get lost in my heat rage. Things were said, loudly, and not so nicely, but the mr, he never let it get to him. I vocally vomited and he just turns the fan on me and smiles. I can be such an asshole, but the mr, he knows how to tame (or at least mostly ignore) the beast. We have some great kind of love. 

Heat wave week was not so productive to say the least. Or at least not for me. The mr was out there in the world almost everyday, working outside like an idiot, building outdoor showers and shit. I, on the other hand, decided I could care less about pretty much anything and spent a good amount of time sprawled out on the kitchen floor, barely clothed ,in front of the basement door with a fan blowing sweet cool air from the basement all over my dying body. When I was not on the floor, I was vacuuming behind and the back of the fridge (because we had to pull the fridge out and blow a fan on the coils to prevent it from overheating), watering my plants and garden to keep them alive, and talking to dip shits on the phone, trying to figure out billing questions and testing every ounce of patience that I have. Those phone calls were rough. I was so close to giving up on life and running to the Alaskan wilds.

When we were together, we tried to stay somewhat sane and cool. No hot food all week which means that mr ate cold noodles and sandwiches and I ate grated zucchini covered in mustard. One day we took an afternoon trip to Mills river to eat a picnic with our feet in the water. We went and got coffee in air conditioned shops, and enjoyed the wilds of the car air conditioner.  I hung at the library or the studio and spent some quality time in the walk in color at Costco. 

Fourth of July came and we had the littles over for some sprinkler relief. Qui and Adriana came over too and played with the littles, took out the tandem bike (sometime solo) and did a double scooter down the middle of the street. Now the littles are aware of more dangerous activities they can partake in with those damn things. Thanks for that Qui. The mr worked more on the tree house (there are stairs now!) and we decided that we could care less about fireworks and went to bed early. 

Thursday night came and brought the sweetest relief. Thunderstorms and a break in the heart and humidity. I was able to cook some lentil, do a load of laundry (All laundry production was halted due to the fact that I was not willing to turn the dryer on and have it ruin my cool basement flows) and step outside with our wanting to immediately stop drop and roll because I felt like I was on fire. Then Friday was then a  a trip to the airport to drop off some goobers on their way to an amazing advernture and a day of catch up of things that needed to get done that were not done all week but it wasn't so bad because the weather was fine fine fine. Nothing like a break in the heat wave to turn a frown upside down. HA

Yesterday after I got out of working at the studio, the mr and I packed a picnic dinner and headed for the mountains. On the way we stopped at a thrift store and I found a old welches jelly jar with a dinosaur on it and brought it home to make me happy. Once we hit the mountain, we kicked it by a river, had our picnic, then watched as 20ish hot air ballons bobbled around the sky as the sun set.. We did a little chasing as well and got pretty darn close to some of them. Hot air ballons are so cool. I wonder if I Would ever have the guts to go up in one....Maybe someday

Today I am just going to enjoy whatever because it is not 100 degrees out. A nice bike ride into town to the gym, then I need to mow the lawn and weed the garden a bit, but then maybe I'll just read or throw some pots or paint a fish. Maybe I will even make some bread. ( I haven't made bread in days.. I bought bread for the mr this week so I didn't have to turn the oven on. It felt so wrong)  I am excited, just to chill and do whatever. It's going to be a good day.

Interent reading from the week. 

-I have been waking up with charley horses for the past few weeks.. It's terrible and makes me want to cut a leg off. CHARLEY HORSES MAKE YOUR LEGS WANT TO DIE. HERE'S HOW TO STOP THEM.

-Why No One Answers Their Phone Anymore. Because I don't want to talk to you is why. Ha

-To have a giant empty room to play in... That would be too good. Eclectic Dream Barn House in the Louisiana Countryside

-Watch: An NYC Baker Creates One Very Realistic Polar Bear Cake. I found the mashed cake patties really grossed me out, but that's just me. Cute cake tho. 

-Care less, enjoy life more. Mastering the Art of Caring Less

-Astrophysics for People in a Hurry. Heard this guy talk on VPR earlier this week. Seems like a cool dude and should be a good read. I got it on reserve at the library for me right now.

-Agreed that I never cared about the hearth claims.. I just really love their liquid aminos. The Mysterious Hippie Food Brand That's Never Let Me Down

-I don't know dudes, I am all about a cool floating devices but a coffin? Not sure about that. A Millennial Pink Coffin Float Exists, So Now You Can Ponder Your Mortality In Style

-Many Common Sunscreens May Harm Coral. Here's What To Use Instead. Read your labels!

-Outdoors equal bugs. No other way to get around it, but try we will .How to Make Any Outdoor Meal a Bug-Free Zone with 8 Natural Tips

Pictures from the week 

Belvidere

I finally looked at all the pictures from the family get together last weekend. Got a few good shots, but man oh boy do I need to get a new camera. It's on my list of shit to do this coming week. (Blah, I hate buying stuff)

So here they are, the pics of the fam in Belivdere Vt. The cabin in the mountains with no  internet or cell signal, no TV, no news, no other people. Just hanging out with all the goobs, swimming and hiking, finding salamanders and fossil, and spent some good time with the old man before he headed back to PA. And so what if a little almost got swept down the river or if our tents were washed away in a flash flood. Nothing we can't handle. It was quite and beautiful and a hell of a lot cooler then back in the city. It's a little magical kingdom. No better place to be. 

-C

-C