So I was thinking, my last weekend of freedom, I’d do so many things! Clean the house! Go through my school stuff! Reorganize the guestroom! Excavate the basement!

Yeah, not so much. Since yesterday I have:

Watched the Jackson 5 movie, while thinking about the interesting casting: The guy from Welcome Back Kotter as the dad, Angela Bassett as the Mom. Jermaine’s real-life son as Jermaine.
Poked around in my garden:


Done a tiny bit of laundry. Gone grocery shopping. Taken a shower. Nothing fancy.
BUT since it IS the long weekend, I keep thinking “I have plenty of time to finish stuff! There’s still Sunday and Monday left!”
Honestly, though? Probably won’t be doing much.

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My friends are very funny people. I was just chatting with a certain young lady and now I can’t stop giggling. I’m a giggler.

with permission:

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I have spent most of my day today with a very nice Doctor.

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But sometimes, I think that either I am a very bad writer, or that other peoples’ reading comprehension has gone so far down the tubes it’s irretrievable.
It’s probably a little of both.

A coworker and I agreed that today we would go in to work at 9 am for a few hours even though we’re not being paid to go to work until next Tuesday because we are just that dedicated. It’s 8:44 and I haven’t showered yet. I have a feeling I might be a little late. Plus… blah for going to work. I hate work. I do. (I don’t really, but I don’t want summer to end).

Edited to add: I just spoke to my friend and she told me that she had completely forgotten that it was today, and that she would be late, too. So now I don’t feel so bad.

This morning my mother phoned and told me that there was a blueberry u-pick just down the road from her place, did I want to go? I love blueberries, so I said yes. Little did I know that a blueberry u-pick is nothing at all like a strawberry u-pick. Strawberry u-pick? You go into a field with nice neat rows, plants planted by a farmer, soft earth to sit on if you feel like sitting.

Here is what happened at the blueberry u-pick. We stopped on at the U Pick entrance. The guy who owned the U-Pick loaded my mother and I and three other old people into a cart on the back of his four-wheeler (something like this… his cart was bigger though) then drove us down a dirt track through the woods for about 4 or 5 miles. It was bumpy and my mom had a really hard time climbing into the cart, because she is old and has arthritis in both her hips and legs. Eventually, he stopped at a clearing in the woods. “Here we are!” he said. I helped my mother to climb down from the cart, and off he went. “I’ll be back in a while”.
There we were, abandoned in the middle of the forest, crawling around on our hands and knees looking for tiny berries under ferns and in the moss. We did this for about an hour, and the guy came back. None too soon – one of the other old ladies had forgotten a bottle of water or hat and was looking pretty peaked.

I am now the proud owner of two big buckets full of blueberries. Rob and I spent about an hour cleaning the contents of one of the buckets (I am a bad blueberry picker and got a lot of leaves and twigs in there) when I got home, and those are in the freezer. The rest we will have to clean sometime (tomorrow maybe) and I will use for baking. Or just eating. Because I could eat handfuls of them and be happy with that. Yay blueberries!

The other night, in my quest to empty the cupboard and find out what was foaming around in there, I found a hidden can of beans with molasses. I decided to eat them for lunch today because I burned my tomato soup.
I do not like beans with molasses.
That’s all.