This past week by the numbers:
320 books removed hastily from shelves as water seeped up through the carpet underneath. And then neatly put back, in tidy groupings which lasted about 1/2 an hour. 320 sighs from Mama.
180 pounds of cherries: picked, washed, stemmed, pitted, frozen, dried, fruit leathered, and soon to be jammed. I am SO done with cherries this year! Well, as soon as I make that jam, and some more fruit leather-it is delish, even if we are weary of cherries.
160 minutes we lasted at the Folklife Festival before we were too wilted and cranky and tired and in need of air conditioning and dim rooms and icy, slippery glasses of lemonade.
102 degrees Miles was for no apparent reason.
101 times I thought he might have West Nile Virus- all those mosquito bites on the 4th of July?
100 times I convinced myself not to freak out about it.
99 degrees when we went to Folklife this weekend. Cooler than past years, but really awful heat to bear just the same. Even with ice cream cones and a giant slip and slide powered by a fire hose and a big hill.
80 pounds of blueberries: picked, washed and sorted, frozen, jammed.
75 times I've thought about weeding the garden.
40 pounds of apricots: washed, pitted, canned, turned into syrup. More to be found, picked, dried, and made into fruit leather. Do you know anyone with an under appreciated apricot tree?
18 trips down said slip and slide.
12 pounds of raspberries: picked, washed, frozen. More to pick from our own bushes and made into jam. And dried whole, for granola. Maybe more to pick, over the mountains?
10 pm- average bedtime for boys this week of late nights, weird schedules, and innumerable chances to help Mama out!
7 tomatoes picked from our plants and eaten with silly happy grins on our faces. It's summer!
5 minutes spent weeding, er... making a completely unnoticeable dent in the overgrowth of weeds in my poor garden. Oh, it's sad. At least I had the foresight to plant the tomatoes on the edge, so they're first weeded! If that counts for anything, I don't know.
3 times our basement has flooded now, for 3 entirely different reasons. Still, it's three times pulling up carpets, getting out shopvacs and renting giant dryer-fans, pouring baking soda and vacuuming it up, tacking carpet down and putting everything away again. 3 can be a pretty big number, sometimes.
3 jars of strawberry jam eaten already. Guess I need to make more if we're to have any this winter!
3 lunches made entirely of ice cream. Shhh! Don't tell Papa!
2 plastic safari hats overflowing with candy brought home from a birthday party.
1 tired Mama.