Heyyyyyy

I mean, I only blog once a week at most anyway. That means I've only missed, what - three posts? Four? I could miss that many meals and not die. I could forget to water my plants that many times and they'd recover. I could skip that many pills - wait, could I? I'd be snotty, and maybe have heartburn, and get restless legs, but I wouldn't die, or (even worse) get pregnant. It's NOT A BIG DEAL.

The happy news is that I haven't been not-blogging because I'm depressed, but because my funny adorable damned children and super hilarious stupid friends have been keeping me busy with summer fun. We went to Bluesfest! We went downtown to the market! We shopped in quirky little stores! We had gelato! We sat on patios! We drank wine in back yards! We coached baseball! (okay, not 'we' so much as 'Angus', but I'm doing a thing here). We read books outside! We built fences! (okay, not 'we' so much as 'Matt', and I'm starting to feel like I got the best of the summer deal). We did backyard beer tastings and sang backyard horrible karaoke! We chased spectacular sunsets! We went camping! 

Then summer lovin' came to a rude end (sort of) when Angus left for Ithaca on Monday, his little car stuffed to the veritable gills. He sent us videos of where he's living - they're called Circle Apartments, and they're in a ring around a community building with a gym and laundry. He has two roommates, and they all have lockable doors with a common living area and kitchen. It looks like a good set-up. He changed the family group chat name to 'Angus's grocery club' and included us all on his first trip for groceries as a kitchen-having self-feeding grown-ass man (Elmira College requires all students to live in residence and have a meal plan for all four years, which made sense when he had school as well as baseball). He took a really great cooking class in high school and last year when he was in residence alone on a break I talked him through making chicken fingers from scratch, so he'll do fine, but I'm fine with him asking questions because I remember how hard it was learning how to meal plan and figure out what to buy and how much.

Eve has almost two weeks left, a few precious days of which she is currently spending recovering from having four wisdom teeth extracted. Yesterday the first few hours post-procedure were pretty miserable, both from a pain perspective and because we both get pretty severe dental appointment anxiety and I think the adrenaline withdrawal was nasty. She started taking the prescribed painkillers and ate a little and has improved quickly.

Today I took Eve's friend Davis for her second Covid booster because her mom was on a work course and couldn't get away and Davis is a fainter. The nurse could not have been lovelier and they had little curtained areas where Davis could lie down for the shot and the fifteen-minute wait after, and the nurse just hung out and chatted with us. She mentioned that actually with Davis's low blood pressure some salt would not be a bad idea along with fluids, and on the way home Eve texted and said she thought she could handle some McDonald's fries, so we took that as a message from the universe and did french fries all around. 

So I've been thinking a little bit about whether I want to keep blogging, and how. I sometimes don't blog because I don't feel like I have an organized post with an over-arching theme, or I don't have time to load pictures first, or I didn't do anything terrible interesting that week, along with the ever-present reasons of laziness and inertia. I'm thinking I might sometimes just post a bit of stream-of-consciousness about stuff I'm trying to work out in my head. So if that happens, just rest assured that I haven't had a stroke (probably), I'm just trying something. (After I got Covid, people kept asking if I had Covid brain. I would usually say "yes, by which I mean I have the same brain as before but now I blame Covid for it"). 

Now I can go catch up on all your blogs without feeling guilty. I leave you with a picture of Lucy in my neighbour's yard, being The Most Interesting Dog in the World.