After The Weekend

It's summer.  That means heat.  And fires.  And more heat.

Heard from our daughter last night.  She's on a road trip with her husband.  Ended up in the hospital for an emergency appendectomy.  Don't know of anyone related to me that's had appendicitis.  Sad that she has to go through this.

And heard from our son last week that our 5-year old grandson had a mishap, broke his finger and ended up with 14 stitches on his two first fingers on his right hand.  Poor little guy.  Also sad for him.

Breakfast dessert.

I've had a hankering to make a cake.  I found a recipe for one that was getting astonishingly good reviews.  Didn't look too hard and I had all the ingredients.  And even though I want to follow the example of someone I know who is reducing the sugar in their diet (we've gotten w-a-y more lax during this coronavirus mess than we should), yesterday was the day to do it. It is a good cake - witness the small piece I couldn't resist having for breakfast dessert. But I don't know that I'd call it extraordinary.  Not sure if I'll make it again.   And, I'm still struggling so trying to figure out how to make things like this for just the two of us - in small portions.  Otherwise we're eating it for days and days and are just sick of it by the time we either finish it or toss it.

We've been bringing in more carrots and peas from the garden.  And some of those sun sugar cherry tomatoes.  But the few larger tomatoes we brought in weren't good.  They didn't look good and the meat was "woody" like tomatoes you get in the winter, without any decent flavor.  It's a shrug and a whatever:  every year with the garden is an experiment.  We control what we can, but don't fret over things we can't.

Through the windshield.

We've some friends that are patient with us.  I really love getting together with them, they've been good friends for years.  But they have different perspectives about this silly virus. They have no problem going to restaurants for a big meal with family members (some of whom don't live with them). I feel a bit "looked down on" - even though they'd never ever say anything to us.  But I feel it. Wish it wasn't that way.

Had to run to the grocery on Saturday evening - came away with a small case of the heebie-jeebies.  We're so used to being at home so much where it's quiet and there aren't lots of people around.  The store was so busy, so many people around (most of them completely oblivious to the fact that there were other people around) and it was so noisy that I had to take a few deep breaths once I got back in the car. Anyway, on our way to the store we drove down a street we've not been down before.  Actually it was a couple streets.  They were lined on both sides with large deciduous trees that made such a lovely canopy over the pavement.  It was such a pleasure to drive down.  I wondered aloud what it's like to live on those streets - so, so pretty.

Yes, we need God's blessing.

And this morning took me on a longer walk.  Was trying to let The Husband sleep in a bit.  This fence-wall in front of the high school had some new art.  I liked it.

I'm working on being grateful.  I wish it felt comfortable for us to go out and about. But I'm not willing to risk getting sick for a restaurant meal. And The Husband is always so good about what I want.  He often ignores what he wants to please me. Although I don't think he wants to get sick either.

I am grateful to be able to stay at home in such pleasant surroundings, where I feel safe and protected. I'm grateful that I've been invited to play the organ for church again this coming Sunday.  It is good for me to practice and good for me to get out a bit where it's about as safe as it can be.