Life is all work work work, play a little, go to the cabin a little, work some more. The weeks keep flying by, and I have no idea where they’re going. It’s funny how life at work can seem like it’s going so freaking slow, but then I turn around and the summer is over. My birthday is in exactly two weeks, and no matter how old I get, that still means school is just around the corner. Summer has been relatively good to me, though, despite all that working business and the speeding by business.
Bountiful harvest. I would say that I have more cucumbers than I know what to do with, but I can easily eat on of these in a sitting. They do not go to waste. I might, however, end up with more tomatoes than I can handle, but I have some great recipes in mind. I will have to work fast, though!
There is an airport nearish my house (not only has my official address been the same block my entire life, but I’ve also lived near an airport my entire life. And a train track. It’s a requirement), so there is always interesting aircraft flying around my neighborhood. I made a rare trip outside of my house for something other than work last weekend, and was thankful I had randomly decided to pack my camera in my purse the night before. As it turns out, I NEVER carry my camera around. I just don’t ever think to take pictures. But I managed to get a picture of the Good Year Blimp while I was driving. I’m pretty sure I took that picture at a stop light, because the ones actually taken while moving turned out poorly.
That lovely vision of shit greets me every time I step out of my house. My neighbors are absolute rubbish, and their lawn reflects it. This picture was taken (by the Hippy while I was gone; apparently my camera was more convenient) on a particularly bad day. Turns out my neighbor and her children are moving! Hooray! Oh, but wait. Her sister is moving in instead. WTF? (or FTW? if you’re a wench) So, sadly, it will be the same shit, same people, same nonsense.
Okay, summer has been MOSTLY good to me. With the exception of the neighbor thing. I also got a new washer–no pictures, because, well, it’s a washer–for nearly free. It was in the renter’s side because it was “broken,” according to the woman who sold the house. Hippy figured out what was wrong, got a $60 part for it, and WHAMO! Even better washer than the one I’d been using.