Guess I'm a once a month blogger at this point.
The kids school recently had their homecoming week. That means lots of toilet papering yards, and Elliot begging for his yard to be toilet papered.
Guess I'm a once a month blogger at this point.
The kids school recently had their homecoming week. That means lots of toilet papering yards, and Elliot begging for his yard to be toilet papered.
I planned to get this out yesterday, but alas, that did not happen.
This is a pretty easy meal prep week, no big events to force us to eat out around. It has been demanded that I purchased more frozen brussel sprouts, Elliot developed a taste for them by accident and has to have more. He's notorious for stealing a cut up veggie of the cutting board and making it his new favorite. The boy has always loved a cucumber. He's stolen raw zucchini. And now he has got to have microwaved brussel sprouts covered in salt.
I took July off from blogging, which then turned into accidently taking off in August.
August is busy. A mix of good and bad busy, but busy. Jeremy and I got a chance to get away for a night for his birthday and he aged himself into a new decade. The boys started 3rd and Kindergarten. I started my 16th year teaching.
September was threatening to thunder by with constant storms after that drought we called August (my mums did not survive this time). Then Francine started threatening the coast. Initially targeted right over us and (yay for us not for eastern south LA) it diverted towards Terrebonne parish.
School was out for 3 days, and we lived it up. I love a good locked in situation. The wind and rain wasn't as bad as predicted. We grabbed ice cream at a local shop while they were having a hurricane sale in anticipation of the power outages, and then I finished sewing Harry's quilt.
The kids immediately began their labor demands and have had me burning the midnight oil to finish Elliot's quilt at a speed I don't like to work at. A hobby for me is a pick up here and there, water it here and there, not have two small people standing over you demanding a timeline.
For the record I started writing this incredibly show blog post on Friday, didn't finish until later. I also have tried to will my children into a pretty little quilt, boyish, but colors their mother wouldn't mind looking at, quilt number 3 is in fact a Pokémon theme.
I lost.
On our last day to wander around to decided to take it easy. Everyone piled in the car, including Dill, and we went in search of a coffee mug.
I really think this is Jeremy getting me to get a commemorative mug to make us find a new vacation spot next year. It's fine, we don't need to vacation there again, just buy me a tiny cabin. I don't have a photo of what I bought, but I went into the Mountain View Craft School (after a few stores and someone suggesting Walmart 😑) and grabbed something made by a local potter.
Last year we planned to kayak the Buffalo. My great aunt has told me for years how much they loved camping and being in this area, she wasn't kidding. It's absolutely beautiful.
However, our cabin last year was about 20 minutes south of town and when I looked at everything on the map I couldn't get it straight in my mind. I figured everyone would complain. So we went to the White River, which was much closer, and a big mistake. Fishing is great on the White River, but just being on the water isn't. The entire stretch we paddled was private property and we couldn't even stop on the side for a break. Plus they said it wasn't currently deep enough for a canoe, we ended up with a 6 person raft with only two adults paddling. It was a 10 mile trip that felt like it would end on Gilligan's Island.
So this year I had to fix the issue. Our cabin was north of town and much closer to any outdoor rec areas. We were an hour from the Buffalo, which is doable and the more reasonable distance considering that the towns between us and kayaking were all populated with less and 300 and barely had grocery shopping. Gas stations were scarce folks.
All that to say, do take a kayaking shortcut when you are this close to a national river.