I seem to be on a blogging summer vacation.
The kids had their swim club windup last Thursday, and today is the last day, so that’s the last of the year’s lessons and activities. Friday afternoon we left for Saturday’s big regional 4H softball tournament, spending the night with friends. Since Saturday the temperature has been in the high 80s, low 90s, and more humid than usual for here, so last night we barbecued our pizza again, with the nifty little grill pans we found at Sears on deep discount ($2.94 each) the other week; something similar is here. I love the new pans because homemade pizza tastes even better on the grill, it cooks in half the time, and the kitchen isn’t heated up. The garden is giving us lettuces, spinach, swiss chard, and radishes, and the zucchinis have enormous yellow flowers.
I finally got around to reading The Devil Wears Prada (I grabbed almost the first thing — avoiding the Louis L’Amours — from the library’s paperback section on Friday, just before we hopped in the truck), at the softball tournament, and I don’t know what the fuss was about. Every character beyond Miranda thoroughly unsympathetic. The New Yorker, eh? I kept thinking of what Helen Fielding would have done with the same material. Now I’m going to catch up with some Lawrence Block, because if it’s hot outside, it’s time for something hard-boiled. Which reminds me, I have to make devilled eggs before tomorrow night’s fireworks for Canada Day — in honor of which I’ve pulled up a few posts from the archives:
Quintessential Canada ahead of Canada Day (more Mike Ford music here)
Happy Canada Day!, because it’s not Canadian without Stompin’ Tom
Poetry Friday + one, for Canada Day
More Canada Day fun and festivities, with Sir John A.
Poetry Friday: Poems for the First and Fourth, with the poetry of Bliss Carman
Filed under: Canadian history, Canadiana, Holidays |
Farm School, Farm House 
Sounds like you are having a great summer so far. I’m all for using the barbecue so the kitchen doesn’t heat up. And have a happy Canada Day. We’re escaping to our garden annex to hill potatoes and other garden chores. Apparently the potatoes are taking over. All this rain and coolish weather suits them, I guess. C Day in the capital is a bit nuts. Too many people. And Mat is not a big fan of nationalism of any kind. So we do low-key.