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1.
i feel like the summer
is flying by
and i am missing it
a little bit...
it's rushing past me
and
i just
want it to
slow down
and let me
savor it.
2.
everything matches robot shoes.
3.
summer on pei
is beautiful
no matter
how fast
it seems to fly by.
i have not been here in a while...
weddings are in full swing,
work is busy,
the weather is too nice to be inside...
there are books i want to read,
music i want to listen to,
naps i want to take.
a four day weekend that went by in a blur
silly group selfies, family bbqs and fireworks,
sharing a bag of popcorn
and cold cans of pop in a darkened car
while we waited for showtime to start.
wedding on saturday...
beautiful day and a bride and groom so sweet,
their vows made me tear up
along with many others watching.
and then lots of time to work on the bullet journal
and finish up the instagram challenge that
i was late for
#doodlewithusinjune
and even got caught up on
the inner excavation book
i am doing a read-a-long on...
monday was a drive to the trails in bonshaw,
super-perfect doughnuts from the blue goose...
getting a little lost in the woods
and a bit of an irrational adrenaline rush fear
that a pack of wild dogs
might get me...
a racing heart,
a couple of dirt roads,
a snack while sitting on big rocks by a river barefeet in the sun.
the truth is i'm tired
and i can barely keep my eyes open
and all i really want
to do
right this very
second
is curl up
in the corner of the
couch
and nap
like the cats do.
the truth is
i bit down too hard
on a piece of gum
today
(spearmint...which i don't even like)
and
aggravated some stupid nerve
and now
i have a stupid
toothache.
the truth is
it's only tuesday
and already
i feel like i am losing
steam.
the truth is
the tomato plants
are taking over the living room....
i thought about writing
a story about a girl named lili
who was lonely
so she built herself a robot friend
out of cereal boxes....
the house needs to be cleaned
and the laundry has become
a stockpile
of mismatched socks
and unfolded towels...
there are dishes in the sink
and 10000 steps yet to be taken
but the truth is
i'm tired today.
tomorrow's another day.
today was kind of an up and down day...
1.
i walked to work
in the misty rain...
but then the sun came out
for the walk home.
2.
emma found out today
that she has been accepted to
a school an hour and a half away...
which is fantastic!!!!!
(but deep down, i feel a little teeny tiny
shard of sadness...my little girl...off on her own...
it kind of makes my heart hurt a little)
but really, i'm proud and happy and excited for her!!!!!
(if it wasn't for just that little itty bit of sad).
3.
and
there is no up and down with this one...
there is just sad.
I don't like to cook. Not normally.
Usually Stirling does most of the cooking
and by most...
I mean most.
If left to me, supper would generally be
sugary cereal with
more sugar added....
or toast
with butter
and brown sugar.
But I do like to make chicken fricot
or what I consider to be my version of chicken fricot.
In my non-vegetable loving world,
chicken fricot is chicken, potatoes and chicken broth...
no dumplings, no carrots, definitely no turnip...
lots of salt and pepper...and maybe, a little more salt.
Onions are ok now (not so much when I was a kid).
Chicken fricot makes me think of my grandmother's
teeny-tiny house that was always filled with kids
and where we jumped on the bed
and ate home cut french fries (if one of the boys would go
to the basement to get the potatoes)
and meat pies
and ice cream
while watching the carol burnett show
and cable tv (a luxury we did not have at home).
When my grandmother wasn't holding one of my many,
many younger cousins, she was knitting...or cooking...
or laughing...or all of these things at once.
When I make chicken fricot,
I think of her english mixed with french and vice versa.
I think about how she was the most down to earth person
I have ever known....and how, even though there were SO
many of us, she was always able to remember the little things...
when I would come over she would let me go out to my
uncle's room to read archie comics and color in peace...
she remembered what we liked, what we didn't.
And she listened when you were telling her something...
like...really listened...really heard you...
even with so much going on all the time.
So yeah, I like to make chicken fricot.
:) It'll never be hers but it always makes me feel better.