september and i just b sewin’

…with my little pin doggie.

P1070364I can’t believe I haven’t posted anything here for over a month.

I’ve been tweeting, though, so that’s something, right?

I started teaching a Physical Science course at a homeschool co-op.  Very new to me.  I generally stay at my house and, you know, sew.  My little brain is like but I don’t want to think about Newton’s laws; I just want to think about sewing stuff. 

Like when I’m supposed to be teaching Latin, but end up coloring the insides of tea boxes.


My friend went to Homer, Alaska and brought me this rock.

P1070363I love rocks.  I think my friend is very brave to go someplace where Grizzly bears eat people.  She said it was so beautiful your words catch in your throat and you want to remember everything your eyes can take in.  She is in love with Alaska and she wants to live there.  But the Grizzlies, I remind her.  She says, lightly, dismissively, well, yes, a hiker was attacked near where she stayed, while she was there, but, you know, those things happen, and it’s just so beautiful.

It reminds me of in The Odyssey, the Sirens.

Just trying to wrap up Summer (still haven’t vacationed yet) and get ready for Fall (yay, Fall!!!).  My little flower garden is still spitting out a few blooms here and there.

P1070359We have company coming next month and I’m trying to create some little play areas for their little ones.

P1070366Under the stairs will have to do.

I have been trying to make a more conscious effort to do things when it’s convenient.

Like, instead of making a special trip to the store for something for a meal, just postpone the meal, make whatever I can using what I have on hand, and then pick up groceries the next time I happen to be driving by the store.

And just saying no when people ask me to do stuff that’s going to make me harried or so tired that I’m not much of a help anyhow.

I’m trying to schedule dental and ortho appts on days when I’m going to be out and about.

Just killing two birds with one stone, that kind of thing.  I know, it’s common sense, but I certainly get caught up in the insanity and then have to reign it back in.

OK, but one area I’m having a hard time with is in my decision to make running more convenient.  Normally, I drive to a rec center where I can run indoors in the air conditioning, and then shower.  And then drive home all happy and clean.  My new convenient running plan has me swinging by the hilly park on my way home from dropping my daughter off at dance, say, and running in the hot August sun mid-afternoon.  It’s like running in a bag.  Sweat comes out, but then does it go into the air?–no, it runs down my neck and arms and legs, drenching my headphones and clothing and socks and shoes and watch band.  My glasses fog up, and then my nose is all sweaty and my glasses sliiiiiiiide down my nose, resting on the very tip.  Then after I run I get into my car and drive home, my sweat leeching through the beach towel I’ve draped over my seat, and into the upholstery.  I’ve got the AC cranked up, because I’m about to die.  And then suddenly I go from immensely hot to immensely cold.  The AC has cooled my soggy clothing and I am now freezing, thinking how I’d like to take a hot bath once I get home.  It’s 95 degrees outside.  My dear friends, this ought not to be.

Running should be convenient AND pleasant.  The unfairness of it all is turning me into this bitter, bitter gal.

I fear I may have to revert back to a state of inconvenience.

Which is simply unacceptable.



zucchini bread days

This is a very rare bit of baking advice from me.  When making zucchini bread, shred your zucchini then toss it in, oh, half a teaspoon of salt.  Let it sit in your sink for awhile in a colander.  Every so often mash it all down and then toss it again.  Repeat after a few minutes.  The salt draws out a lot of the water in the zucchini.  Then make your zucchini bread, but omit at least half, if not all, of the salt your recipe calls for.  Unless you like really heavy, thick bread.  Which some people do! And that’s OK!

This is a between week for me.  Last week was helping teach a quilting camp/running my daughter to horse camp week, next week is art camp week.  So I’m working on my own projects.

P1070300My daughter’s quilt top is done.  I’m basting it together now.

I think I’ve got our school year mapped out.  But I think I’ve got it mapped out every year, and I don’t.  This is as organized and clutter free as this shelf will be for the next twelvemonth.

P1070309A few weeks from now I’ll be like, “Why cannot you guys just keep this clean?!  Whose socks are these? Why are they on the shelf? Where are the rulers? Where are the pencils? Where are the pencil sharpeners? Why is this library book here with the not library books? When was it due? What is this?! Is this food?!  Is that mold?!!”

Yes, these things will come to pass, and more.  And yet I cannot do anything to stop it.

Trying to enjoy summer.

P1070305My flower garden makes me very, very, very happy.

And we got goats.  They’re doing a fabulous job of eating the woods behind our house.  Every day they’re like nomnomnomwoods all day, and the woods are just disappearing. It’s phenomenal.

You proably know this because you payed attention in life, but I didn’t know that goats made this crying infant sound all the time.  I mean, I knew they made a goat-ish sound, but I thought it was occasional, and when they are under duress.

So it’s taken me a few weeks to teach myself to 1) not cry a little bit when I hear it 2) not go rushing out to check on them when I hear it.  I’m still learning to accept it.

But it still sounds like like little babies crying.  But they’re fine, apparently.  I run down there and they stop eating the woods for a second and just look at me like  “What?”

And my dog, Scout, got bit by a poisonous snake.  We thought he was a goner, but he pulled through.  He gets himself in so many scrapes.  I’m waiting on his annual skunking.  Just hope he doesn’t corner the skunk under my neighbor’s car like he did last year.  I’d look over there and see all the doors open on it where they were letting it air out and feel kind of responsible.  I know it’s not uncommon to drive over a dead skunk or drive past a skunk, but when the skunk skunks right under a car, man, that’s like ground zero.  For a while.

Oh, and a bat flew into our garage last night, but our cat took it out like the assassin she is.

The deer that eats apples from my neighbors apple tree just had her a baby deer!  And I want to hooooooooooooold it!!

One time I was driving and a deer and her fawn were in the road.  The mama saw me and went Oh, no! and jumped deftly over the goat fence next to the road.  The baby saw me and went oh no! and tried to jump over the fence, but instead jumped right into a square of it and got stuck.  The fawn was like days old, so tiny.  It was wiggling and crying and couldn’t get unstuck.  I got out of my car and went over to it because I though maybe I could help.  The mama turned around and walked straight toward her fawn, toward me.  The mama was snorting loudly.  She got right up to the fence, snorting, and just then the baby wriggled free and ran down the length of the fence, and her mama ran down the other side of the fence and then jumped back over and they disappeared together in some brush.

Mamas will do anything for their babies.  It’s pretty amazing.