fooood

I already feel more refreshed than I've felt for a week. It's amazing what a day off and sunshine can do for a soul.

Hrm.. the sky just darkened as I wrote that. I'm not going to take that as a sign or anything. Moving on..

Seifert's farm is open again, and I hear they have young carrots, baby potatoes, lettuce.. all kinds of wonderful fresh vegetables. I do miss the uncommoncold discount I used to get when she worked there. :D

I'm going to make these for dinner tonight. It was a toss up between those or twice baked potatoes, I'm not sure which is more evil.. probably the second, because of the cheese.

(I think my favourite part of summer is the fresh produce)


Last night after my class at the pool, I was famished. I didn't have dinner before I went, and I ate a couple strawberries on the way there, but they just weren't enough. All I could think about while I was driving home was POUTINE. I was just thinking about driving into a drivethru to pick some up, but with all the money mishaps I had earlier in the day, I thought I should make sure I had my bank card with me... and nope, it wasn't there. I had grabbed my wallet, and apparently my bank card was inside my actual purse. No poutine for me. Probably a good thing. Only bad thing? I'm still craving poutine. Maybe I'll make my own this week, with low fat gravy and local cheese curds and oven baked, french cut potatoes.

sweaty

I went out to mow my lawn, and the grandfather in the front of the house came out and started the mower for me, and pushed it up the first hill in my yard for me, all without me asking. It was so sweet of him. The lawn was much easier to mow this time, but I can't find the 'house' weedeater.

I wandered around to the other side of the house, into my downstairs neighbour's yard to see if it was there. (for those who don't know, I live in a big old heritage house that has been turned into three suites, I live in the smallest one in the back, and we all have our own lovely separate yards). Her yard has this, for lack of a better word, courtyard. The ground is all pebbles, but it was full of weeds. She was going to be moving, but found out her mom has cancer, so she's staying in town to help take care of her. I remember when she first moved in, she was oohing and ahhing to her friends about her yard and how much she loved it... and I am sure she is so tired from taking care of her mom, so I weeded her whole yard for her. It looks so nice now. I'm not sure if she'll even notice, but I hope she can just go outside and sit in her courtyard and enjoy the peacefulness without having to think about chores that need to be done.

I'm not writing about it to be all 'oh I'm so nice', but rather because it felt good to do something for her, and sometimes I forget how nice it is to pass along kindness. (I think I'm allergic to one of the plants though, because my one arm is now covered in itchy welts)