Fish Lake afternoons: 2
|The Flying Unaccompanied Minors|
Number of days at swim lessons: 10
Moose in the garden: 1 (but really, one is BIG enough!)
Cups of Peas, shelled, blanched, frozen: 12
Jars of cherries, cherry salsa, cherry jam: innumerable
Jars of strawberry jam: 16
Floats down Little Spokane River: 1 (illegally in innertubes, the officer informed us!)
fun scientific experiments: 2
Bike rides on Fish Lake Trail: 2
Batches of frozen paletas: 3
Novels read, mom: 3 + a memoir and some Buddhist stuff (The Financial Lives of the Poets was awesome! As was Riding the Bus with My Sister)
Novels read, Blue: 10+ (lost count)
Novels read, Coyote: 4-5 halves of various comic books
|Day Lily Taco|
Parenting Fail #? (they're hard to count and some of them require decades of analysis).
Unusually content mom: 1
typical fights and blown tops aside, the summer has been mostly awesome. They are of the ages where I can read a little while they swim, instead of hoovering in the suspiciously warm, milfoil-y lake shallows watching vigilantly for the silent signs of drowning children. And I've learned to transition from the morning chore-nazi to the afternoon chill-mom, who plays and drinks and enjoys life. That's not always an easy trick to turn (Huck tells me this phrase in inappropriate. I imagine a magician flipping a coin, but apparently it brings to mind other activities for some people).
Chickens dead: 1
A new chicken disappeared. Vanished. No pile of feathers. No trail of turds. gone. And that's chickens for you. Two days later, I finally moved the poop tray that had fallen from the base of the coop and beneath it was Luna, the missing Leg Horn. She'd been under there for two 100 degree days. She seemed dazed, but immediately got up, like nap time was just now over, and teetered around the pen. But the other chickens, already having forgotten their flock sister, and sensing weakness, pecked at her. I kicked them away, but they kept coming back.
Summer vacation hours without the kids (up until Saturday): 6 (3 for a Board meeting + 3 to have tacos with elderly women (?!)
Days without the kids (until Saturday): 7
In the meantime, I've finally painted the living room a color I like (dark chocolate milk with turquoise archway). Huck and I have eaten and not eaten anything we please. I ate a box of cookies for lunch one day, and a tub of icecream on another. But also, the kids weren't around to whine about beet saute daylily tacos. We've been out to eat at 8pm. We've been for a bike ride down the Fish Lake trail after Huck came home from work. This ride took 3 hours with the kids and 1 with just us! We've lounged on the back porch and watched the mated pair of local ravens leisurely re-mate. It's been such a year that the trees have all put on second growth and the animals are all mating a second time.
But boy, am I lonely for those kids!
Rest easy, I'm no Luna Leg Horn. I'm just going to ride out the rest of the week, rather that die of socialization.
|Day Lily Ice cream cone|