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Saturday, September 03, 2011

the real taste of summer

Last year, at the farmer's market, we happened upon an old pick up truck chock full of watermelon. We're talking the REAL deal folks. Oblong melons with stripes of green. Rattlesnake melons full of striped seeds. Melons that poppity-pop open the moment you poke a blade into them. You may believe that you have been eating watermelon every summer but you truly haven't until you've had one of these. The memory of your childhood zooms into focus so quickly you wonder how you managed to choke down all those seedless imposters. These green beauties are heaven. The awesome guy that grows them, calls them dry-farmed watermelons. I have an inkling of what that means but couldn't explain it all and really, he's such a melon rock-star that I get all mumbly and star-struck trying to chat with him. I'm a serious dork and these melons are seriously the most amazing fruit I have tasted. Last week was his first week at the market and I spied his truck at the same time as another market wanderer and we ran up to him, arms a flapping, hands a-clapping and voices singing out

"You're back! You're back! Yay, you're back!"

as we fell towards each other, two complete strangers, clutching at each other, jumping up and down and giggling so joyfully the memory is kind of enough to snap me out of my rotten mood. Yes, they are THAT good!

sad raccoon-o-meter

Nothing can make you hit sad racoon status quicker than a quintet of four year-olds chanting "You're FAT! You're Fat! You're FAT!" with fingers a-pointing and mouths full of laughter. I know they are only four, but man, my heart is full of hurt. Maybe if I am lucky, a house will fall on me. I have the stripey socks for it...and sadly, the warm, purring kitty chirping on my lap is not helping all that much. A little, maybe but not that much. Here's to vacating that raccoon...soon!

building shelves & shooing (sad) raccoons

we are still up to our eyebrows in book boxes and miscellaneous kitsch. in fact, a good number of those boxes are labeled in a kitschy-stchicky way. labels such as kitsch to end all kitsch, return of the kitsch & more kitsch than you can shale a kitschy-stick at. but before all those boxes can be emptied we need to get some shelves in order. there are plans for a shelf to fit behind the sofa and a wall unit in the living room for all my childrens' books. there are also plans for a table/desk dealio that the mister is workin on. it will attach to the wall in the living room and swivel one way for a desk and another way for a craft space. i am so excited to see it. there is a large swath of wood hanging out in the mama a-go-go's garage and every day after work, the mister bikes on over to cut and saw and saw and cut. I kinda just sit, twiddle the thumbs, plan dinner and panic about fitting in at my new job. it's a good, fun job but man, there is MUCH to remember and i hope i don't fail too much.

with all this change and waiting, there is a tiny smidge of a sad raccoon that has gotten its toe in the door. i'm trying to shoo it away as best i can but i made the MAJOR mistake of attempting clothes shopping. when there is a sad raccoon lurking about, never, EVER go clothes shopping or look in the mirror. mirror looking is simply an invitation for that sad raccoon to move on in and outstay its welcome from the get-go. you know me and change, i'm not really a fan, so here's to settling in and getting shelves up and maybe if i put that raccoon to work it will leave in a jiffy. the jiffiest of jiffies. here's hoping.