My strawberry jam turned out pretty well. So I am going to make another batch or two. Also I am going to also try strawberry rhubarb jam. And I got a bunch of pickling cucumbers at the farmers market. I'm going to start with sweet pickles and then (maybe when my dill comes in?) I am going to try dill pickles.
Today I dragged middle son to farmer's market. Just a little one. We got a few more plants for chaos garden. (Lettuce to replace the plants I dug up before realizing they were a "cut and come again" crop, more asparagus, more mint, which I hope will be very invasive on the North-facing side of my house. We'll see.
Watched the first half of a very depressing World Cup match. Did not mind having to leave in the middle. Demoralizing. I wasn't particularly rooting for Brazil, but it is not fun to watch a slaughter. Ugh.
Today I felt a bit normal for many parts of the day. And happy-- real happy-- with a flexible face and everything. I don't care if it is the placebo effect from switching to a new medication. That is part of why I wanted to try something new-- for the psychological impact. Even if it is all in my head. Ha.
House is still a disaster. I may turn to a friend to come keep me company while I tackle things. I got a watch and as soon as I figure out how to set the alarm I will be a happy camper. I have no sense of time when I am in thrall to a project. I will be pretty sure that I have only been spending five minutes on something and two hours will pass.
Also, I don't notice when people are speaking to me or when they enter the room. So spouse is often greeted by my shouting in surprise even though he did not sneak up on me.
Spouse is "on the mend" which is good. Only I am allowed to be sub-functional. Which I fully realize is Not Fair. Part of the reason I need to get my act together.
Grateful Crap: eating salad at the table with my 11yo crunching on mustard flowers
time in garden
I don't know.
Quaker, teacher, parent,