So, here we are at the last long weekend of the summer. Boy, that came up quickly. Wasn’t it just the May long weekend? I know that time is supposed to seem to zip by more quickly as we get older, but add brain fog to the mix and all concept of time goes right out the window. Next thing you know it’ll be Christmas, and it doesn’t seem like more than a few weeks since I put last year’s Christmas back into boxes. Gah!
Anyway, how are you all doing this weekend? No doubt many of my North American friends and lurkers have this or that planned for the holiday weekend, and hopefully you’re all enjoying whatever it is that you have planned. For those who don’t have any special plans, hey, join the club! Not that I’ve ever done anything exciting for Labour Day mind you, so it never even occurred to me to make any plans. Besides which, Richard is working this weekend, and Stephanie and I are both achy and tired, so yeah, a quiet weekend is definitely fine by me. Woo, last of the party animals here, I tell ya! 🙂
That’s a shot of some of the apples I shook off our tree yesterday, and prepared for the freezer last evening. They’re a bit beaten up after a recent pummelling by hail and wind, and I lost some of the crop in that storm. But there were more than enough left on the tree to provide us with many, many dessert options in the coming months. It’s not a hard job by any means, but man, is it tedious. I started peeling and slicing at around 6:00 and just finished cleaning up the kitchen when Richard walked in the door at 11:30. There were a few short breaks as I was doing laundry at the same time, and Stephanie brought me a Subway sandwich when she got back from her shopping outing. But mostly I was working at the apples all that time. Booooorrrring
And yes, I did mean it when I said that I shook them off the tree. I don’t do ladders, you see, not under any circumstances, so how else does one get apples down off a 15 to 20 foot tree? Exactly! Shaking the living daylights out of a tree is also a great way to work off one’s pent up frustrations. 😉 I must be getting my tree shaking technique down to an art form, as I didn’t get belted on the head at all by falling apples this time. Not that an apple is going to do any damage to my thick skull, but it’s always a more pleasant experience to not have contact between skull and apples.
Oh, and in case you haven’t noticed yet, I tend to be most productive in the evenings, which is why it suits me very well to have Richard back working the evening shift. That has absolutely nothing to do with the CFS and fibro, by the way. It’s the result of a dominant gene, or whatever, from my dad’s side of the family. We’re a bunch of night owls naturally, and nothing is ever going to change that. I always worked the evening shift by choice back in my nursing days and before, and it has always been when I most feel like getting stuck into big jobs here at home. Even if I’ve had a good sleep the night before and am up in reasonable time in the morning, the gears don’t really start to turn properly until late afternoon. Hey, it would be a boring world if we all kept to the same schedule, right? 🙂
Now I suppose that I should make my way to the kitchen and throw something together for supper. Which is a total breeze on evenings when Richard is at work. Stephanie and I are both into stuff that’s quick and easy to prepare, so it’s almost like having a night off from the kitchen when Mr. Meat and Potatoes is at work. I’ll consult the other mouth that needs to be fed, but if she doesn’t have a preference, I’m thinking spaghetti with meatless sauce, or a tossed together pasta and veggie combo of another sort. Like I said, quick and easy. And, most importantly, not much cleaning up after!
Take care all, and enjoy the rest of the weekend. 🙂