You might have noticed that when I first published this earlier, I forgot to give it a proper title! Sorry about that....
This week has totally gotten away from me, people! Do you ever have weeks like that? Between workouts at the Y, lunch with friends, things which needed doing around the house -- I really don't know where the time went. As the years pass, time seems to wind itself up ever faster, like a cartoon clock gone crazy. If you have ever been intimately associated with or charged with the care of an elder person whose life has become perpetual care by someone other than themselves, you realize that these ordinary days of life are what they miss most -- the mundane, day to day living, caring for their homes, each other, seeing their friends, preparing their own food, just living their lives. And then one day they can't.
I guess you could say I have been kind of a slug this week. I really don't know what I have done with myself, except that I am just living my life. I am hoping my son who lives in Beijing will get it in gear very soon and let me know exactly when he is coming, because I do have other things I want to do! He has promised us a post about his life in China, but right now he is too busy, he says. Such is the life of a movie producer, apparently, but I am just his little mother in Alabama, and it is hard for me to relate.
He has now let me know! Yay! More soon.
I made chicken and dressing one day earlier this week, and there are now two casseroles waiting in the freezer for the holidays. The house smelled so good for a couple of days with all that sage-y, onion-y, celery, chicken-y goodness. We have also enjoyed the first batch of chili of the season -- hey, it cooled down to about 65 in the early morning, so it was high time. First we had it in bowls with Southern cornbread, then "chili build-up" as they used to call it in Colorado when I lived there, and as a nacho filler at the end. Sweet Hubs was a little disappointed that we didn't have enough leftover to do "Chili and Spag" as he calls it. Maybe next time.
I will soon do Sweet Potato Casserole, Corn Casserole and Squash Casserole, too, and get those in the freezer as well. First, however, there are jams and jellies to be made of fruit taking up freezer space, and then the casserole-making for the holidays begins. Gawd -- I sound just like Martha Stewart, don't I? Or Little Woman on the Prairie or something...
I don't know when this damn drought will ever end, but I don't like it one little bit, I surely don't. It's almost as unpleasant as the election and that's saying something. It is so hard on the skin, even if I do run a humidifier 24/7. It was 87 and climbing when I left for lunch Friday. Saturday -- hotter. Even the birds in the back yard are splashing in the water from the hose we have put in the bird bath. Normally they will shun it, but I suppose they have figured out that beggars cannot be choosers. Even chemical-laden tap water is better than no water at all. We are now under severe restrictions about watering, so we only give the roses on the front porch and the snowballs covering the kitchen and bedroom windows a little water. I can't bear to lose these shrubs we have babied from the beginning. The grass is going dormant, but I don't care about that. There is still no rain in sight, either.
|You can't see the dryness from this photo, but you can certainly feel it!|
On the creative front, I have accomplished nothing this week. Nothing at all. I have been reading, however (BELGRAVIA by Julian Fellowes), and continuing to follow an Aussie Hospital Opera (All Saints) when I have the time.
Two other books arrived that I have been waiting for, and I can't wait to get into these. Have you seen the current issue of Architectural Digest, the one with Meg Ryan's beautiful NY loft? The whole issue is wonderful. There is a house of the late designer Alberto Pinto (also known for his tablescapes) in a town called Paraty in South America so full of light and color that made me think I could be so happy in it. Ha -- if only.
|The old dear needs a touchup --|
not unlike me.
|The leather was cracked, and now the paint has, too.|
There is so much sewing I need to do! I need motivation, big-time. The red slipcover still needs sewing, and there are at least three chair cushions to be done, as well as two chair covers. Lots of work, which I actually enjoy, but it is just getting started! Help me.
This last Farmer's Market at Lee Branch was Saturday morning till next April. I said my goodbyes to my favorite vendors with promises to return next year. We got up early so as to get the best selection, and we discovered that we had forgotten to run the dishwasher last night, so we didn't make breakfast or coffee, but just headed out to the Market. Good thing, too, because there was a line at my favorite vendor, Whited Farms from Oneonta, AL. Melanie always has the very best of everything. I was able to get two boxes of pole beans which are absolutely beautiful, tomatoes, zucchini, corn, and various other items. My freezer is packed full of a good harvest this year, in spite of the drought. In that regard, we are very lucky, and we will have good vegetables all winter.
You have to see this adorable Cinderella coach and huge white horse which someone brought today to give the little kids a ride! Usually there is a hay wagon and a tractor. The littles were all wearing their Halloween costumes today, so cute!
|Cinderella's coach awaits|
And there was the sweetest lady who had a booth full of dolls, and the most beautiful doll clothes which she had made. Her doll clothes designs were so beautiful, and her workmanship was absolutely exquisite. I only wish I had clothes that well made! I now regret not taking her card, but she did let me take her photo. She was so, so nice.
|Some of the models|
|I kid you not -- these clothes are exquisitely made.|
|A cute dress for the family pooch was not forgotten.|
We got breakfast at Panera Bread later, and then did a few other errands. Just a nice normal Saturday morning. "These are the good old days." (Thanks, Carly Simon) People around here are really so nice everywhere you go. I made a new friend named Cindy at Walgreen's. This is something that people who visit but don't live here always remark on -- how nice everyone is. Why don't you come see for yourself sometime? You might like it.
Sweet Hubs weatherstripped the screen door on the back porch in an effort to keep out creepy crawlies. Like all creatures right now, they are desperately looking for water, so they try to get in any way they can. I will take care of the birds and the chipmunks, even the squirrels, but I draw the line at roaches and spiders, thank you very much!
I ran across some funnies on the Southern Living website this week -- so I leave you with some bon mots from one of our favorite 80s ladies -- Blanche Devereaux of "The Golden Girls."
P.S. If you missed Bill Maher Friday night, you should go find it somewhere on HBO -- hysterical! Chelsea Handler was a guest, and she always makes me laugh. She likes the Golden Girls, too -- I have heard her say so before.