It’s Sunday, Terry’s Sunday to work. So he
hustled moseyed off around 6:30, cup of coffee and bagel in hand, packed lunchbox with Friday’s leftovers (Morrocan roasted chicken, Israeli couscous, Lebanese Salad…i was feeling North Africa/Middle East, it’s a wonder a revolution didn’t break out on the table), and a promise to try and sneak out in time for church.
There’s a spare boy in the house today. #4’s friend Andrew came home with him Friday after school, and simply stayed all weekend. He’s a sweet kid and the 2 of them get along like peanut butter and dill pickles ( a household favorite, don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it) and since he always has a change of clothes here left from last time, it’s not an issue for him to just stay here until they’re sick of each other.
Maybe church today? Maybe. We had black beans and rice last night for supper and those sometimes cause Socially Unacceptable Digestive Issues in#4 and I ALWAYS forget the Beano, so if he’s being all musical and aromatic, then we’ll forgo church in favor of bagels and video games.
It’s also raining, which is delightful, as Terry fertilized the yard yesterday and I planted herb seeds. Cilantro, basil and chives. I decided this year to ignore vegetables and plant herbs instead. There’s plenty of people with vegetable gardens I work swaps with in order to get good tomatoes and squash, and for some reason people in this region never plant herbs, preferring instead to use inferior dried ones, or complain about the cost of ‘fresh’ (not so very ,tho)ones from the store. You know, $3 for a single stem of rosemary, that sort of thing. I chose to pay$1.50 for a pack of seeds, and grow them myself, because the climate here is kinda exactly perfect, and I can swap.
So there we are. One of these days I’m going to actually pick a topic and write about it, sticking to one subject and all. I promise.