On Sunday, we mostly stuck around town. Tim had to help set up tables at the Exhibition grounds to get ready for Heritage Day, and we stopped for lunch at Ricky's. The picture I REALLY wanted from this day was the fancy lights in the re-decorated bathroom! But I'll have to save that for another time. August 2.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Stasha, home. 213/365
Both kids are home after what felt like one of the longest weeks this year. Tim and I picked them up in Calgary, escorted by Mom. It was the first time we were both away from them, but they had a great time in Langley with Mom and Dad and all the cousins. I missed them badly, and things just did not feel right without them here. So glad to have them back. August 1.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
offering, 212/365
It's self-portrait time again. There's a limit to how many ways you can take a picture of yourself in a bathroom. there's a limit to how many ways you can take a picture of yourself in a bathroom. And I'm not looking my best - I'm short on sleep, my kids are away from me on holiday, I'm frantically worried about school, and generally full of angst. Oh wait - I'm pretty much always full of angst.. I guess this is pretty much just how I look all the time, then. July 31.
keys, 211/365
a most confusing jumble. Even if I try to keep them in the little pockets of my purse, they get tangled up with my work keys, and all fall down into the depths of the purse. No wonder I can never find them. July 30.
first peppers, 210/365
I'm astonished that this is the first thing we're eating from the garden, beating everything else, even peas and lettuce (though the lettuce has been eaten by slugs). We used them sauteed with onions and mushrooms, and they were pretty decent. July 29.
loosestrife and lilies, 209/365
I feel guilty about letting the loosestrife grow in my garden, but darn it, it looks so pretty next to the daylilies. July 28
sharps, 208/365
Tim thinks I have a minor obsession with small knives and tools. Possibly he is right. When I was packing to fly back to Lethbridge, I was slightly surprised at how many tiny sharp tools I have stashed in various packs, handbags, and keychains. I had to make sure they were all in my check-in baggage. The one in the little case is also a leatherman micra; I thought I'd lost it when in fact it had been left in my suitcase all year since my last trip home. This morning I was diligent in extracting every sharp thing from the baggage. July 27.