I know, I know: I stink as a blogger lately. I blame 1) summer, and 2) writing.
Bookworm is in Europe until Saturday. I hope she is having a TOTAL BLAST. Have heard from her only once, when she borrowed someone else’s Kindle to send me a text message that they’d made it to London and would be going on to Paris on Saturday. But I expect that in this case, no news is good news.
Gaze started Band Pre-Camp this week, and is inSISting that he doesn’t need sunscreen, he’s not gonna burn. And he really doesn’t burn easily, completely unlike his mother or his sister, or his younger brother. Thing is, after several years of listening to band kids (it’s usually the guys, too) say, “Oh, I don’t burn,” and then coming in from the field the lovely shade of steamed lobster… I fear that he is not as invincible as he thinks he is. I insisted on a light coating of sunscreen on back of neck, nose, and ears at the very least. What they’re doing this week is working with rookie marchers in the morning, with the percussion guys working on music elsewhere, and then all the winds and brass practicing music inside in the afternoon while the color guard practices. Next week is full band camp, which I’ll be helping with.
Taz wants to spend a few days at Camp Nana (i.e., his grandmother’s house), so perhaps I’ll take him up there this week.
Last night, The CEO pointed to Bookworm’s empty spot at the table, where she’s sat between the two of us since she was old enough to sit in a booster seat, and commented that we’d have to get used to that place being vacant. It just killed me. Argh, I’m going to miss my first baby when she goes off to college.
We’ve had so much rain that the corn in the garden is not doing well. The cucumbers, however, seem to be thriving. They’re monstrous. It occurred to me today that it’s been five years since I made any fruit preserves, and that I really need to get back to that. Raspberry is wonderful. (I buy the frozen raspberries to make it; it’s a lot cheaper and I dare you to taste any difference in the finished product.) What I’d really like to make, though, is cherry-plum jam again. I loved that stuff.
Perfumes I’ve been wearing recently: Le Labo Lys 41, from my sample. Escada Margaretha Ley (of which I found a partial bottle for a song, and which I am digging all to heck in this humid weather). Cristina Bertrand #3, that pretty and reserved jasmine floral. Kenzo Parfum d’Ete, the old one with lots of lily of the valley. Ines de la Fressange, because it’s such a delight in the summer. And of course Le Temps d’une Fete. Because, LTdF, I can’t quit you.