This summer, I want to take one picture a day of something productive/useful/fun/interesting that I did. That way, when fall comes and I’m buried for weeks in my classroom, trying to figure out what on Earth I’m doing, I can browse the pictures and know I did not squander my precious months of freedom. And perhaps it will give me the courage to press on, knowing that another summer is only nine months away.
So here’s the first week!
My parents found this rocking chair at a Goodwill on their way home from Texas. Every first grade teacher needs a rocking chair! It only had a top cushion–a stained, beige cushion of nastiness. So I bought a pattern and re-covered the top and made a bottom. (I didn’t get the entire thing done on Monday, but I included a finished product.) I’m really happy with how it turned out!
Made this French onion something-or-other bread. It was decent. I also made some cookies from a jar of mix my mom bought at a craft sale. The kind where all the dry ingredients are fetchingly layered in a mason jar. I always think they look too “special occasion” to use, but I went ahead and made ‘em. They were a craisin, oatmeal, peanut butter chip concoction. Mmm…
This lovely lady came over to talk about Turkey and help eat the aforementioned food stuffs and other things (turkey!) on the recently tidied patio. They’re cut out of the picture, but I even bought some hanging flowers for the patio!
Finished a two-day class which consisted of writing two lessons for some website. Two days for two lessons. I wish these guys would have taught my undergrad classes.
Had a morning of sewing with this lovely lady. The bigger the mess, the better the project!
Picked up my first Bountiful Basket. It was indeed bountiful! After I collected it, I had errands to run. When I got back into my car, it smelled like a potraviny. That thick, spicy smell of a medley of perfectly ripe fruits and vegetables in close quarters. American grocery stores don’t smell like that. They’re too ventilated and air-conditioned and the produce doesn’t smell like anything. Wax, maybe. Mmm, but a potraviny…all your fruits and veggies nestled together in a tiny, warm shop–so fresh you have to shoo the flies away to get at ‘em…that’s a good smell. I took the long way home so I could inhale it longer and be a little homesick for Prague.
I also went to a wedding reception at a state park. The favors were little baggies with the fixings for s’mores. It was darling.
Took a two-hour bike ride with B. The city was putty in my hands. And when I got home, so were my legs.