Monday, July 2: HOT. Huge huge thunderstorm last night, all crashy-boomy-windy, and a bunch of people lost power due to it. Between the people that lost power after Friday’s windstorm and the ones that lost it after the thunderstorm last night, there are about 23,000 homes without electricity in our county alone – and there were twelve surrounding counties involved in the power outage! I cannot imagine why we still have power, when we usually lose it after every storm that causes tree limbs to fall… but we still have it. We were very glad to be able to find a place for my MIL’s refrigerated and frozen items, and to host her during the day so she could keep cool as well.
SOTD: Chanel No. 19 modern edt. I have just about used up this small 4ml sample bottle I bought on ebay. (It was labeled “vintage,” and the color in the photo made it look like the old yellowish green stuff; I was surprised when the bottle showed up and the juice was bright green.) Thank goodness I still have a decent supply of really-vintage, but I have to say that even the new is good.
Tuesday, July 3: HOT. I feel the need for scented chilling, even though we’ve got this nice A/C in the house: Jacomo Silences, parfum de toilette, awesome stuff. Cool as satin ribbons.
Wednesday, July 4: Happy Independence Day to my fellow Americans! SOTD: Juicy Couture parfum, pretty watermelon-and-white-floral scent. Had a nice buffet lunch with my extended family (and PETBoy), and then the kids watched Star Wars for the umpteenth time, and then I grilled some bone-in chicken breasts with a wood smoker box full of mesquite chips. They were delicious.
Lemme tell ya: I LOVE THAT GRILL. I cannot believe it took me this long to insist to The CEO that it was well past time to retire my grandfather’s ancient charcoal grill, rusting on the deck because The CEO didn’t have the patience or the time to nurse coals along for me. I cannot believe I didn’t know how wonderful a gas grill is…
SOTE: Cartier Le Treizieme Heure, nice smokehouse-vanilla thing. Should not be my sort of scent at all, but I dig it. Might need a weensy decant. We saw two sets of fireworks this evening, and practically had to pour Taz into bed because we got home so late.
Thursday, July 5: It kept threatening to rain, and then never did. I don’t know why. Wrote some. Did some laundry. Taught Gaze how to run the lawnmower and then went back behind him to catch the spots he missed. Forgot to wear perfume until bedtime. (I KNOW! Should I have my DNA tested to make sure the alien pod people haven’t replaced me?) The CEO’s GPS system arrived today, and I’m looking forward to introducing the boys to the joys of making the Garmin Lady say “Recalculating”…
Saw a current photo of Fiona Apple on Yahoo and was completely shocked at how drawn she looks. I know she’s struggled with anorexia/bulimia (I understand that this is a common problem for girls who are sexually assaulted around the age of puberty, which is terribly sad), but her face looks fifty when her actual age is 35.
SOBedtime: Mona di Orio Jabu. Second time I’ve worn it, and holy cow, it’s fairly… um… raunchy. Big, flowers-having-sex sort of thing. Funny enough, I like Bal a Versailles for also fitting that description, but this scent I find uncomfortable. (Why’d I wear it twice, then? I was just checking.)
Friday, July 6: Hot again. Hot hot hot. There are still thousands of people in our area who don’t have electricity. Usually we’re the ones who lose power. The CEO’s mom, who lives about 2 miles away, lost hers from last Friday until Monday night. And his uncle, who lives even closer, lost his power Sunday night and hasn’t gotten it back. Weird.
We did laundry. I did some errands. Bookworm started packing up her things for drum major camp. And I tried out the new GPS – and was disappointed to hear that the Garmin Lady no longer says “Recalculating.” (Our GPS is a newer model than the one my parents have.) She just gives you amended directions.
SOTD: PG Tonkamande. I like it.
Saturday, July 7: Weather muggy again. We cleaned the house, and then left late afternoon for a baseball game en famille + PETBoy. SOTD: Juicy Couture parfum, mostly because I couldn’t be bothered to get the bottle of Mary Greenwell Plum out in the timeframe I had post-shower and pre-departure. Baseball game was boring; we left in the 8th inning with the Salem Red Sox down 8-2 to the Frederick Keys (the Orioles farm team). Also, the promotion of the day was “Awful Night”: the giveaway for a “mini-mini bat” was for a toothpick, all the usual crowd games were rigged weird and nobody won anything, and the specialty grill item was a burger between two Krispy Kreme glazed doughnuts. Awful. Really. I expect that’s at least one reason the Sox played so, um, awful tonight.
SOBedtime: PdN Vanille Tonka. I’m about to kill this decant – the first niche thing I ever bought – so I suppose I’d better get a small bottle this coming fall.
Sunday, July 8: I think it’s a little cooler today. Took Bookworm to the high school early, before church, so she could leave with PETBoy for camp. The band director will drive them to camp, and then I go fetch them on Thursday. I put on LeLong pour Femme, such a pretty satiny thing, and dispensed hugs.
Taz sat next to me at church (since he finished 5th grade, he’s too old for the children’s service) and drew a picture of a heavy tank. And then he hugged on me for a long time while we were singing. It was funny and sweet.
Cooked lemon-dill salmon on the grill, along with glazed pineapple and baked potatoes. (I partially cooked the potatoes in the microwave, then split them in half longways. I brushed them with olive oil and seasoned with salt and pepper before grilling them, and they turned out sort of like really big fries. Yum.) I LOVE THAT GRILL. Did I say that before? I’ll say it again.