This summer has involved lots of weed pulling. In the garden, in the gravel path, in the driveway cracks; weeds are pulled on a regular basis. Friends of mine in the neighborhood have commented that they see me outside a lot, doing yard work. Pulling weeds has become automatic now. So much so that when I go running/walking in the morning I take note of most weeds I see and weigh how difficult this or that weed may be to pull and what kind of root it may have. The other day I caught myself in a thought conversation with a seller of a price-reduced house with several weeds, "You know, give yourself a half an hour and you could pull most of these out without any trouble. Plus, the soil is wet making the task much easier." I had successfully solved the seller's weed problem (and thus his not being able to sell the house) that morning...in my head.
When we moved into our house we had a neighbor who mentioned she loved winter specifically for the fact that she no longer had to do yard work. I was kind of surprised, but I got where she was coming from. I still like months with yard work however. It is therapeutic for me. And though it is constant, there is a reward at the end which makes it all worth it.
I've made a goal to pick up less, which seems like a travesty, but in this case, a needed travesty. I remember being a teen and going to some of my older sibling's family homes. They'd have toys strewn about and I was kind of surprised at the mess (the house was clean, but the house not picked up). I realize now why: they had toddlers. I kept our apartment in DC fairly organized and straight, picking up every toy or book mess quickly (folding the laundry is another story). But now that we live in a bigger space and Oliver and Ansel do several activities a day (one of which is taking all books off the bookshelf - I'm looking at you Ansel), I can't keep up with it. Well, the truth is, I can keep up with it, but that is what I would be doing all day and that is what I have been doing until now. I need a break. And so I leave the pickup for the evening. And if some blocks are still out at 9pm, I let it go and I don't think about it again. Until the next evening, when I feel I should pick it up. But then again, I've heard any statement that begins with "should" is not healthy, so maybe I should let that go too. Whoops, there I go again.
We recently celebrated our ten year anniversary by visiting a recommended 9th & 9th restaurant, taking a nice walk in that neighborhood to enjoy the architecture (who doesn't like a big porch?), and talking about our kidlets. In some ways ten years seems like a lot and in other ways it doesn't seem like all that much at all. I look forward to more of the same.
When Macaroni Grill was new to the scene, my family went every now and again. We liked the place, a lot. And since my mom had pretty much given the kibosh to Olive Garden (during one visit, it took twenty minutes to seat us when there were more than ten tables available - which I have since learned was no fault of the restaurant itself but the time of day and number of staff on the premises - but I digress), Macaroni Grill was our new spot. Plus, that focaccia bread was way better than any bread stick. I always ordered a dish that I loved there, the chicken calzone. The dipping sauces made the dish: one was a balsamic vinegar reduction and the other, a caesar dressing-like aioli. I lived for the dipping sauces, savored each bite, used up every bit of both. And then one day, I got my plate and the balsamic reduction sauce was missing. I kindly informed the waiter of the mistake when he informed me that they no longer served the calzone, or any dish for that matter, with that specific sauce. Later came the blow that the calzone was no longer on the menu. But, as luck would have it, I could still special order my favorite dish even if it did only come with the caesar sauce. And then finally, the restaurant decided to no longer serve it. And then I put the kibosh on Macaroni Grill.
Still, the most memorable food I miss on a regular basis is the ZCMI chocolate chocolate doughnut. This delicious dessert was the pinnacle of the cake doughnut world for me. I savored every bite and was known to spend my own 54 cents + tax on one, which was pretty much a miracle seeing as I held tight to my money and hardly spent a dime. This doughnut was large and plump, with hardly a hole in the middle, topped with light brown, made-with-butter frosting that wasn't too chocolatey and thus allowed for the flavor of the cake doughnut to meld well with, instead of be taken over by, the frosting. It was kept refrigerated inside a glass case at the little side bakery attached to the department store, and served a bit cold then slowly warmed as you enjoyed it bite by bite. We'd make special trips to get one. Then one day we went to get a doughnut and the bakery had been turned into a knick-knack shop. We had hardly a warning! The sweet bakery lady was gone. Loaves of sourdough and cracked wheat were replaced with games you'd never heard of and super-soaker water guns. The pastry glass case had stopped refrigeration and now held magnetic curiosities and swinging pendulums. Our doughnuts ceased to exist. Then ZCMI got bought out and part of my childhood was whisked away with it. I tried to find the doughnut downtown at a bakery possibly owned by the same people who did the original doughnut, but I was never successful. Since then, I've had several chocolate chocolate doughnuts, wishing, hoping that another bakery could get close to what I've enjoyed before. But no luck. And so I stick with the yeast-risen doughnuts and enjoy them a lot. But the cake doughnut is up against all odds, a grand contender, a doughnut I miss and pine for especially on overcast, fall days.
Do you have a special food you miss? Nora Ephron's was cabbage strudel and she ended up, after years of searching, finding the very food she had gone without all that time.
August already?! Again, I find myself at the beginning of August amazed at how the summer has sped along. It has gone at a good solid pace, we've enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) it, but I am surprised when I count the weekends left. So here's to snow cones, farmers markets, bare feet, swimsuits, relaxing in the shade, and taking in those evening sunsets. We welcome you for another month (at least).
I recently read an article about the game show Jeopardy. It is right there behind Wheel of Fortune as one of the longest running game shows ever. The article mentioned that people enjoy it today almost as much as they did in the past, but the novelty of recalling facts is losing its coolness. Because we can Google anything we want at pretty much any time we want, having the skill of remembering tidbits is no longer required or valued as highly.
Is this a good thing? Or a bad thing? Or does this even matter? I certainly have not put any facts to long term memory recently. I have memorized about eleven telephone numbers, but more than half of them I learned before age 15 and some are obsolete now. The sharpness of our brains depends upon our working it. We learn more vocabulary by reading. We become better problem solvers by routinely thinking creatively. We hone our ability to recall things when we put our memory to the test often. With so much info at our fingertips are we really smarter? Or is Googling making us dumber? I cannot say that I have read anywhere that this deluge of facts is making us less smart, but I have to wonder how it does affect our brains.
No science here, just questions. But isn't that where science begins? Okay, enough with my philosophical questions. I'd better get to memorizing a quote or verse of scripture or maybe even a poem from Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends.
Ansel is an adventurer, he can run fast, and he loves to brush his 12 (soon to be 13) teeth. His favorite books are On Market Street by Anita and Arnold Lobel and Circus Numbers by Rodney Peppé. He loves a good tune and dances like a pro. He likes to sing "Lollipop." He kicks the soccer ball and bounces the basketball. He gets excited about all technology items that begin with an "i." And he very much enjoys being around people. Friends, I present to you toddler Ansel.
Bah, I typed up a science post for this week. It was almost done and then, bam, iPad out of battery power. It turned off and nothing was saved. Darn. I didn't have the energy to type it all up again, so no bp's science for this week. I'll try again next week :)
But this post is about a much cooler thing, Oliver. He is such a fun kid. And a ham.
The other day he was swinging on the play set so very high and said, "Mom, I'm using all my allergy!" He meant "energy."
He likes to make up words and give them meanings. The latest: imbince, which is to make someone fall without them knowing what's coming.
The other day I taught him the art of drawing on magazine faces. He took to it quite quickly and made a mustachioed man playing golf.
Oliver always asks how long it will be until we go to our planned event for the day. Whether I reply 10 minutes or two hours he always says, "That's not very long." Patient boy.
And just to add, Oliver got up before me (Jess was up and showering) one morning and did this.
It's his version of the phonetic alphabet. My favorite: aich for H.