Thursday, August 28, 2008

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

winter is a cumin in, brrrr

Yes, I know it's only August, but the nights have turned colder, and mid-sleep one of us usually pulls up the extra blanket from the foot of the bed. Mornings are downright chilly, and I remember this kind of chilliness from when I was a kid, during blueberry season. We would huddle miserably in the barn where the berries were processed, in sweatshirts and flannel overshirts and even gloves.

When the weather changes like that you know that no matter what the calendar says, summer's almost done with us.

The tomato worms have appeared, and it seems my husband has a talent for seeing them far more easily than I do. Only one to a bush so far, but one greedy hornworm can decimate an entire bush in three days, and take huge bites out of the green fruit too, damn him. So we find them and take them for walks down to the forest edge. Let them work it out, they are too pretty (not to mention squashy) to kill. Coward that I am.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Labor saving my aunt fanny

Last fall a neighbor gave me her old self propelled John Deere mower. Bagger and all. Said it was not worth their fixing it up to keep, maybe I could do something with it. My husband tinkered with it, replaced a bit here and a bit there, and now I have a self-propelled mower that makes me feel like a very small woman walking a very large dog--but boy does it chew through the grass.

This past week I wearied of using Other People's cast off vacuums, and finally settled on my first new vacuum, a Panasonic, one of those that has the extra motor and the beater bar and a headlight...and it occurs to me, not for the first time, that labor saving devices only mean you can save all that work and use your energy for other things instead. At least, that's the idea. What really happens is, your standard of clean or mowed or whatever has just been raised, because you no longer have an excuse to not do it.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Universal Complaint Dept

I do wish that people who say they will be there on Tuesday would at least make it by Wednesday; or say, directly, "I can't do that because...". And yet I find myself guilty of the same thing, sadly. It seems to be the norm for craftsmen, electricians, plumbers, and the guy who was supposed to repair your chimney a month ago.

Perhaps it's the inability to say no, the desire to be liked (no one likes to be refused, after all), or the fear that if I refuse to deliver what I can't, then they won't call me back for another job.