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| ~sweetness, whoever they are |
Last week before school starts in our little village, the day after Labor Day. Need to make it count. Frankly, this summer has been a bit like our preceding spring and winter. HARD. Lots of personal drama in our house, and in my mom's. I'd relish a bit of time without the constant surprises. Just plain living would be a nice change. No excitement, or if excitement, of the happy variety. That'd be acceptable.
Boring stuff. A clean house. Good food to eat. Piles of books. Healthy kids. No evil spirits messing up the works. Maybe some cooler days. Just an ordinary week. No raised voices. Sounds like my brand of bliss.
Speaking of cooler. It was darn hot today and I put two frozen 2-liter plastic bottles laying flat underneath the chickens' roosting perch for the night. They'd been sitting there with their little wings held out from their bodies, a sure sign of overheating. Had the ingenious brainstorm of putting the bottles underneath them, so that the cool air will waft up to them. I remember when our kids were small they'd take a frozen bottle (wrapped up in a towel) to bed with them. The opposite of a hot water bottle. So smart.
Now will toddle off. Second son will be home from the restaurant soon and he's asked me to cut his hair. It's 10:30pm now. Why am I telling you all these things?
But as I said....ordinary. It's what I want.
