food, mowing, news from Mom, etc.
Aug. 6th, 2004 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetNow here's good summer eatin': zucchini fritters, cherry tomatoes, arugula, aged provolone, sourdough, vinho verde. We realized that, of these, the zucchini came from J.'s parents' garden, the tomatoes and arugula from our garden, the sourdough was homemade (and the starter came from grapeskins from the backyard), and the provolone was bartered for (in exchange for a copy of a book J. wrote -- and she met the cows).
And, um, we bought the wine ourselves.
Before dinner I mowed the lawn; the grass was shamefully high. In a stretch of tall grass by the fire hydrant, which I thought should probably be cleared away, someone at some point had disposed of parts of a broken charcoal grill, complete with charcoal -- but I didn't discover this until the lawnmower suddenly shut off with a metallic sound and a piece of rusty metal went spinning out into the street. Fortunately, it was not the blade, but a part of the grill; fortunately, a car was not passing just then; fortunately, it went into the street and not the other direction into my leg.
You expect that lurking in the yard by the sidewalk might be beer cans, cigarettes, scratch tickets, and the defecation of small dogs, but a dead charcoal grill is a new one on me.
Speaking of emergency room visits, which I wasn't, but I guess I sort of hinted at it there, as something I luckily avoided: last week my brother (broken ribs), stepbrother (see below), and grandmother (a heart scare) were all rushed thither. All are either recovering well or were really all right in the first place, so yay that. My stepbrother wins the prize for two visits on two consecutive days: one for barely managing to avoid cutting his thumb off while remodeling some Warhammer miniatures, and one for somehow managing to knock himself in the teeth with his skateboard, causing loss of braces and gum damage.
Oh, and my stepfather has a broken leg, but that's old news. And my mother fell, apparently, but in the process she put something back into place that hadn't been.
Well. I suppose I should go think of a plot for my game tomorrow, once I get over the mind-boggling wrongness of J.'s costume.
And, um, we bought the wine ourselves.
Before dinner I mowed the lawn; the grass was shamefully high. In a stretch of tall grass by the fire hydrant, which I thought should probably be cleared away, someone at some point had disposed of parts of a broken charcoal grill, complete with charcoal -- but I didn't discover this until the lawnmower suddenly shut off with a metallic sound and a piece of rusty metal went spinning out into the street. Fortunately, it was not the blade, but a part of the grill; fortunately, a car was not passing just then; fortunately, it went into the street and not the other direction into my leg.
You expect that lurking in the yard by the sidewalk might be beer cans, cigarettes, scratch tickets, and the defecation of small dogs, but a dead charcoal grill is a new one on me.
Speaking of emergency room visits, which I wasn't, but I guess I sort of hinted at it there, as something I luckily avoided: last week my brother (broken ribs), stepbrother (see below), and grandmother (a heart scare) were all rushed thither. All are either recovering well or were really all right in the first place, so yay that. My stepbrother wins the prize for two visits on two consecutive days: one for barely managing to avoid cutting his thumb off while remodeling some Warhammer miniatures, and one for somehow managing to knock himself in the teeth with his skateboard, causing loss of braces and gum damage.
Oh, and my stepfather has a broken leg, but that's old news. And my mother fell, apparently, but in the process she put something back into place that hadn't been.
Well. I suppose I should go think of a plot for my game tomorrow, once I get over the mind-boggling wrongness of J.'s costume.
