It has been a glorious couple of days here in Vermont — brilliant blue skies, bright sun, a bit of a breeze and not too cold. We’ve been working in the gardens, finally getting the back garden on it’s way. We’ve changed the placement of the walkway to the kitchen door, we’ve ordered a tree for the entrance and the roses arrived yesterday.
We spent the morning yesterday at Horsford, the whole family happily hiking over the hillocks and fresh mulch to search for the trees we were looking for. Sadly, we are as yet undecided, as none of us can agree on a single tree. It’s so delightful to have the minions excited about helping build this place into a home; we obviously cannot purchase a tree they won’t agree on.
Last night, we grilled for the first time this spring, deliciously greasy sausages, asparagus tossed in salt & olive oil, peppers and onions and mushrooms on the grill pan. S began teaching the boys how to start the fire, how to grill, what to watch for, how to know when something is finished cooking, how to hold the tongs and move the food around. It’s amazing to watch how they light up, and how he encourages it.
I had a gin & tonic with dinner, and perhaps out of the faded remnant of puritanical familial guilt over such decadence, I woke up early this morning and began ticking down my to-do list like the industrious hausfrau I can be sometimes. By 10am, I had the entire list done, and have steadily been findng little things to do — calling around to find who might have a replacement battery for my watch, double-checking our upcoming sports schedules. I’ve even gone into uber-oberhausfrau mode by rinsing out the compost bins.
I rewarded myself by parking my lawn chair in the middle of our driveway (HA! take THAT, ticks!) and reading for a blissful hour. Last week, I finished off reading three books in a series (the first – ehhh, a little too frantic, the second — positively delightful, the third — omg wtf, suddenly quite disturbing in patches???), read exactly 8 pages of another series I thought I would adore (with not only knitting, but punny titles? That’s so me!) but can’t stomach another page of it (back to the library book sale it goes…), and finally settled on this one, The Summer Before The War by Helen Simonson, a book I picked up at the aforementioned book sale and haven’t gotten around to reading yet.
It is absolutely delightful, even 118 pages in, and it’s the sort of book that is just so satisfying to read that I lose any ambition to continue writing my own books. I will perhaps, instead, keep the punny-titled books around as an inspiration/irritation to keep writing books I want to read.
I’ll close with a rough transcript of my phonecall to a local pharmacy, regarding watch batteries.
me: Hi, I’m calling to see if you have a particular watch battery in stock?
him: A what?
me: a watch battery
him: for what?
me: a battery, for a watch
him: a battery for a what?
me: a watch. Like, that you wear on your wrist and it tells time
him: we don’t have watches here
me: do you have the batteries for watches there?
him: what kind of battery?
me: a 321? or an sr616sw?
him: a battery for what?
him: I’m looking a display and I see Duracell and I see hearing aid batteries
me:…………..are there any that say 321?
him: no, they say Duracell.
me: …………ok, thank you! Have a nice day!
I tried to buy local, dear reader, I really did. But nobody in town has the battery I need, so I ordered it online. And now I might need another gin & tonic.
current mood: blissed out
current book: The Summer Before The War by Helen Simonson