It won’t be anything fancy. Lettuce, cucumbers, celery, green onions, radishes, cherry tomatoes. I might throw in a handful of coconut, a few raisins, and some tiny chunks of cheddar. We’ll see.
That’s to be my contribution to the meal tomorrow. I’m not sure yet whether I’ll actually attend. Sunday and Monday are Everett’s days off and I want to be helping him pack, move, and clean the rental. And let’s face it: a house full of people is not a place I enjoy being for more than five minutes, and with more than 50 other guests I doubt I’ll be missed. Again, we’ll see.
Emil is here and he loves that sort of thing, while I avoid group gatherings more and more as the years go by. Or I make myself stay only two hours if I can; my god I am turning into Dad, who generally jumps up and goes home right after a meal — and hey I don’t think that’s a bad thing — who doesn’t prefer a guest who leaves early, anyway? Hee! God that sounds terrible. I don’t really mean it. But I please myself instead of doing things I imagine are expected by others. I don’t want to offend them, but I want to offend myself even less.
I love my mother-in-law, who is a dear, and wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings. On the other hand, how important is it to her or to Scott that I am there? Unless they are doing family photos — which they probably will — I don’t think my absence should matter. I have a good reason for being elsewhere. I’d prefer to make a brief appearance, give a royal wave, and get back to helping Everett. “Time is of the essence,” as the saying goes.
It was still not warm enough, when I got up at nine this morning and stepped outside, to have coffee on the step. I look forward to those days of summer. The wind remains icy.
My plan for today is to finally get at the perennial beds and clean off last year’s dead stalks. But first I’ll tuck my pants into my socks, my shirt into my pants, put up the collar, button the cuffs, pop on a hat, and slather up with lemongrass lotion to repel the woodticks. Nothing works 100% — I haven’t tried Maggie’s permethrin method of treating outdoor workclothes — yet. I keep meaning to, especially for Scott who gets covered with ticks when he goes fencing, and not getting around to it. Meanwhile the lemongrass lotion is something I can apply to my skin numerous times a day without worrying about carcinogenic chemicals. (See http://www.uffdasoap.com/ for Laura’s lemongrass lotion and other natural wonders.)
wisewebwoman: Exhaustedly touring a few blogs, yous being right up there. Worked our provincial election yesterday. A 16 hour day, JFC, was it worth the bucks? Ask me when I finally unfold the cash out of the envelope in a few weeks. So pleased for you and Everett.
Enjoy the grands and the simmering spring. We are getting little bubbles of it now and again.
I’ve seen pics of your harbour and the icebergs! But especially loved the pic you just put on your blog with the two bereaved crows, and the story of their flock’s support. How sweet is that and who knew?!
Bridge City Poet: Good drawing. Fully agree.
There are still a lot of backwards thinkers in our world. It’s disheartening to see them in positions of political power. Abortion is a horrible, regretted thing, and it ain’t nobody’s business but that of the pregnant person.