Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Ode to the Hazzards of the A.M.

Yesterday, as I made my way down the stairs to start my day, I misjudged the last step and took a minor tumble. I wasn't hurt, unless you count my pride, but, this morning, you can be damn sure I was as careful as I could be on those stairs.

I wish I had been as careful in the kitchen, where I opened the cupboard to grab a coffee cup, just to have the heaviest one I own launch itself off the shelf and into my face.

Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

How I've Spent My Weekend Thus Far...

Friday morning, following several hours of work at the hardware store, and four trips back and forth from the tire store in town (new tires for both my vehicle and the Man-Cub's), I met Queen B in Hooterville for iced coffees at Starbucks. She was in town for a hair appointment and in need of some help with an assignment, so I suggested that we take advantage of the WiFi, the caffeine, and the opportunity to see each other. It was a win-win for us both.

While we were working on her assignment, her hair stylist texted to ask if Queen B could push her appointment back a bit, as she was running late. So, we took advantage of the extra time by running by Oscar and Emily's to visit for a bit. Then, we parted ways so that I could get home to start on the first of three processes involved in a craft that I was starting.

The craft consists of large wooden letters, paint, glitter, glue, a clear sealant spray, and magnets, and, will eventually grace the Man-Cub's locker at Homecoming. The first step was painting the letters with gold and blue paint, to honor the school colors.

I finished off the evening by grabbing a quick dinner at the Chinese buffet with Hugh (the Man-Cub was at the football coach's cabin, along with the rest of the team; shaking chicken bones and chanting around a fire in supplication of the Football Gods, from whom they wish the blessing of a winning season. Or, you know, doing team building exercises, whichever) and then crashing on the couch.

Saturday morning, I got up early (thanks the new neighbor's puppy, who started whining at 5:30) and took my Kindle and a cup of coffee onto the porch. While I wasn't thrilled with the early wake-up call, I couldn't complain about the view.

I spent the remainder of the morning in the garden, where I harvested yet more tomatoes and cucumbers. Then, I worked on last week's thyme harvest, stripping the dried leaves from the stems and storing them for future use.

After which I worked on glittering the Cub's letters, so they would be dry enough to seal by the evening. Then, Hugh and I ran into town to do errands, including a stop at the printers, where I approved the proof of the sports punch card that the Boosters have ordered for the upcoming season. By the time we got home, the glitter on the letters was set and I was able to spray them with sealant, which I left to dry overnight.

This morning, I managed to sleep in past 5:00, which was nice. Then, I started laundry, spent three hours at the hardware store, glued the magnets to the backs of the Cub's letters, and called that project good.

Right now, I am debating the merits of getting up to make dinner vs. encouraging self-sufficiency in my family members by requiring them to fend for themselves. Care to make a wager on which way that will go?

Friday, August 26, 2016

This Could Only Happen to Me

It's been a long week. I recently started working with two new families, families who can only meet in the evenings once they have finished with work. This means that I now work until 7:30 three days a week. While this also means that I can continue to take Fridays off-without using my comp time-it does make for a really long day, three days out of the week.

I tell you this so that you have some sympathy for what I am about to tell you next.

Or, so that you will at least feel somewhat bad about laughing at me for what I am about to tell you. Because you're going to laugh. It's ok, I forgive you.

Anyhoodle, yesterday afternoon, I hit a wall of exhaustion. I was so sleepy, I actually nodded off at my desk.

You know that thing we all do when we nod off unexpectedly? The thing where we inadvertently jerk our heads back up because our chins have bobbed onto our chests, startling us awake? Yeah, that thing. Well, I jerked awake with such intensity, I wrenched my neck.

Now, I can't turn my head to the right without experiencing a shooting pain down my shoulder blade, and, I want to cry when it happens.

Do you know how often I am required to turn my head to the right? A lot, apparently. More than I realized prior to injuring myself while taking a nap.

Jeebus H. Cripes.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Hoist the Colors!

I just finished hosting this year's first meeting of the Booster Club. Our first order of business was to come up with a slogan that we can use on all of our advertising for the year, specifically with the intent of driving more participation and enthusiasm from the community in general, which, was a request specifically made by the football coach.

I suggested banners with the slogan Hoist the Colors! Pirates Sail Tonight, to be displayed on game days both at the school and in the businesses downtown. We've never tried to involve the businesses and I don't know why; I think the business owners will be both cooperative and enthusiastic.

I was a little nervous to suggest the slogan, afraid it might be too "out there" or that they wouldn't "get" it, but, to my relief, it went over really well. We also decided to order small rally towels, to sell at home games, so, when the cheerleaders give the rally cry "Hoist the colors!", people can wave them in response.

Once that was decided, the ball really got rolling, thanks in part to the cheerleading sponsor, who really likes the concept; she suggested that we also purchase a pirate flag to run up the flagpole prior to the raising of the American flag and the playing of the national anthem. Once that suggestion was made, it evolved in to flying the flag on a secondary flagpole at the school all day on every home game day.

In short, there is a lot that we can do with the Hoist the Colors theme. I'm so glad I sucked it up and suggested it.

I'm also glad that we had such a good turnout for the meeting, we really accomplished a lot and I got to spend time with a group of Senior moms who are just as excited about making memories with their sons as I am about making them with the Cub.

These are my People and we are in this fight, together. Hoist the Colors, indeed.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

You Know You Raised Them Right When They Humor You

Yesterday, Queen B started her third year in college. It hardly seems possible since we just dropped her off for her first year, like, the day before yesterday, but, here we are.

As further proof of the fact that she is, indeed, my daughter, she sent me a couple of pictures...

I'm so proud of how well I managed to warp her in the short 18 years that she spent at home.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Thyme Began in a Garden

And it definitely did well in mine this year.

I'm not complaining; I love thyme. In fact, next to basil (which, also did well in my garden this year), thyme is my favorite herb. I use it in several chicken dishes as well as in my homemade chicken noodle soup. Actually, the last time I made the soup, I noted that I was running low on thyme, so, having this harvest to dry and store will come in handy. Plus, this cutting was only the first; there is still a large, healthy bush in the garden that will require several additional cuttings before the end of gardening season.

In addition to the thyme and basil, the garden has produced a shit-ton of cucumbers again this year (why is it always something I don't like, Garden Gods, why?), as well as a plethora of tomatoes, both the larger Roma and San Marzano variety, and the smaller yellow pear type.

I also harvested one head of cabbage so far, with six or more still to go, and I am anxiously awaiting the full growth of several eggplants (that's a total lie, Hugh is awaiting the eggplant, I could take it or leave it. Probably leave it, actually).

But, the best news of all is that I counted five baby butternuts on my squash plant this morning. They are in varying stages of development, but, should all mature right on time to make a large vat of butternut squash soup with plenty left over for butternut risotto and, for me to experiment with butternut ravioli (Fall Bucket List!). This makes me happier than is probably warranted, but, I take my victories where I can get them (see above: Cucumbers and Eggplant).

Not terribly pleased with the direction that the garden is taking would be the Man-Cub, who has been warily eyeing the large Brussels sprouts plants. I'm 99% certain that the sight of the plants triggers a PTSDesq reaction from him, stemming from that one time when we forced him to at least taste a Brussels sprout and he gagged and almost barfed in his dinner plate.

I actually still get a chuckle out of that stellar parenting moment.

And, I digress.

All in all, it's been a pretty good gardening year, which, makes up for that nightmare that I went through last year. Thank GOD.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Workin' at the Car Wash

Earlier this morning, I took my car to the high school to be lovingly and carefully cleansed by the football and volleyball teams. And, by lovingly and carefully, I mean, rapidly and in a manner that took more consideration of speed than of delicacy.

Either way, I ended up with a clean car and a lot of great pictures; just like last year.

Despite the number of photos in which my offspring is actually flipping me the bird, I'm pretty sure that he was happy that I was there. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

If he wasn't happy about it, at least the Booster Club President was; I aided her in handing out sports schedules to each car that pulled through the gate, as well as helping to sell bumper stickers and magnets. We managed to unload quite a bit of our inventory, which we will discuss replacing at next week's club meeting.

School is definitely in session; we have entered the whirlwind and it's going to be nonstop from here on out.