Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Awful August?

Well, not everything, but definitely a month to let pass by.

1.  Rain.  It's rained so often that we've had to adjust many of the things we do.  Not a lot of rain, and not all the time, but when it's sunny for an hour, then it rains for an hour, then turns sunny again, it's difficult to work outside, mow, tend the garden, or anything that takes more than an hour or two of rain-free time.  Right now, while it's sunny I'm looking at the front lawn which needs mowing, but it's so wet I need to let it dry out awhile.  But then I look off to the west and I see those familiar steel-gray clouds and I know that by the time I get the mower out of the shed, it'll be raining again.

2.  Barry's daughter, Karen.  She was in a serious accident last week, and he had to fly up to Maine to be with her.  I have no idea when he'll be coming home, but he's needed there, so we'll manage here.  She is improving, thank goodness, but it will be a long, slow recovery.  Luckily, Barry's family in Waterford is so helpful and supportive, especially his sister, Carol.

3.  The garden.  Same story as the rain.  I can get out there to harvest some things, but the constant rain has made even that difficult.  We have peaches on the trees and tomatoes on the vine that need to be made into jam or " 'mater 'serves", but I don't do jam alone -- I don't want to screw it up, as I haven't made jam for 30 years at least, and Barry is the master jam-maker.  So what I think I'll do is to pre-process and freeze the peaches and tomatoes so they are ready for jam when Barry gets home.  Besides, I can always do stewed tomatoes myself.

4.  The "indoor" cat.  He heads for the food dish every time I move, all day long.  He's yowling, and I know it's just that he "thinks" he's hungry.  And now Snowflake, aka "outdoor cat" is doing the same thing.  Every time I step outside, she's there waiting to be fed.  Funny thing though, except for breakfast, she won't eat until I have scratched her.  I guess I'm lucky that I have two pets that love me -- well, they're cats, so that's not it, maybe it's just that I have opposable thumbs and can get into the cat food....