The rain came down. At first, lightly. Karl and I finished watching Proof (again, I like that movie, makes me wish I were smarter), then we stepped out into the raindrops. They were far and few between and then..stopped. Suddenly ten minutes later it was raining! Rain and lightning and thunder. It was at least 10:30 and the kids ran out barefoot, racing around two blocks. They came back smiling and dripping and wet and alive.
And Karl and I slept with the sound of rain of the roof. Lovely.
No fresh veggies this year. Not free anyway. Karl's parents' garden was killed by the drought and the deer.
Usually they have a large, substantial harvest, but I guess Willow Springs had received even less rain than Springfield. They have only had to mow twice this year.
Karl's parents gave us a new baby swing. I am sure we will put it to use. Tierney put it together right away (she loves to do that kind of stuff-I wish she knew what to say at job interviews because she can really work, and has a surprising amount of patience when working with her hands). She also made fried pickles last night, which were really good, but the grease was a bit much. Probably she should make them in smaller batches so we are left wanting more instead of having too much and drowning in grease. She is an ambitious cook. She isn't afraid to tackle long or complicated recipes. I like recipes with short ingredient lists and prep time. She jumps right in to tough ones. I guess fried pickles are not super hard, but I hate frying.
Liam and I are starting his "Jungle" theme school work today. I think last week was a success, although, when asked he did call the A on the board a C. Oh well, there's time. The letters he usually recognizes are Q and Y and O. But he seems to like doing it, and it only take a few minutes a day. Aside from recognizing the letters and numbers, he knows most of the stuff we do (colors and shapes), but anyway. It give ME something to do.
As much as I hate money issues, I have to say it's nice when Monday rolls around and I don't have to rush off anywhere. It's nice to be home.
And Karl and I slept with the sound of rain of the roof. Lovely.
No fresh veggies this year. Not free anyway. Karl's parents' garden was killed by the drought and the deer.
Usually they have a large, substantial harvest, but I guess Willow Springs had received even less rain than Springfield. They have only had to mow twice this year.
Karl's parents gave us a new baby swing. I am sure we will put it to use. Tierney put it together right away (she loves to do that kind of stuff-I wish she knew what to say at job interviews because she can really work, and has a surprising amount of patience when working with her hands). She also made fried pickles last night, which were really good, but the grease was a bit much. Probably she should make them in smaller batches so we are left wanting more instead of having too much and drowning in grease. She is an ambitious cook. She isn't afraid to tackle long or complicated recipes. I like recipes with short ingredient lists and prep time. She jumps right in to tough ones. I guess fried pickles are not super hard, but I hate frying.
Liam and I are starting his "Jungle" theme school work today. I think last week was a success, although, when asked he did call the A on the board a C. Oh well, there's time. The letters he usually recognizes are Q and Y and O. But he seems to like doing it, and it only take a few minutes a day. Aside from recognizing the letters and numbers, he knows most of the stuff we do (colors and shapes), but anyway. It give ME something to do.
As much as I hate money issues, I have to say it's nice when Monday rolls around and I don't have to rush off anywhere. It's nice to be home.
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