June 30, 2009
I am joining in with Jenaveve's Just a minute meme, where we take a few moments to recall what we've been doing during the month. To the best of my recollection I have been ...
... a program called Masterchef, again. Without fail; six nights a week. I'm still trying to work out its true allure. I think its the focus on flavour. So many cooking shows focus on fast, easy and cheap as themes. I like the discussions about how to get the best flavours. I've been taking more care to caramelise my vegetables and adding that teensy pinch of salt to chocolate. And I think its working. Neither Argy or Bargy have complained that their food is pedestrian.
(Or could it be that the word "pedestrian" simply has too many syllables for a preschooler to wrap their mouth around?).
... carrots, broccoli and snow peas seedlings: squashed into their original tiny oblong baby-plant containers. Every day I've look out the window and made a mental note to plant them out in the garden. Clearly the mental notation system has failed 30 times. These plants will be goners by the end of July.
I have also started to prune my roses. I think it might be quite late in the season to be doing this, but I can't bear to hack into something that is still flowering. It feels like wanton plant destruction (... unlike the more slow and subtle annihilation of the potted seedlings).
... to finish the unfinished. I've made a list of the works-in-progress. It includes (but is not limited to): a quilt, cardigan, picnic rug, jacket, 4 pairs of children's pyjamas, 2 shower caps, a doll, 2 ladies' tops, a dress, vest, 2 scarves, a crochet granny square rug, two baby dresses and a pair of felt booties.
Do I get a prize, yet?
How about if I told you that I have also agreed to sew someone a Regency-era, empire-line dress ... with a train? By August.
(Holy Jane Austens, Batman!)
... the less memorable parts of June. One or more family members were sick every week. Mr HB and I got a very nasty bug (oink, oink). Bargy simultaneously worked out how to scale the side of his cot, awake at 5am and drop his daytime sleep. I had to write 45 term fee invoices for our local kindergarten. The car got a flat battery.
Then there was the Great Cat Scare this morning. Our feline visitor went missing after 5 months of unfaltering dining and kipping at our place. No cat out the back. No cat out the front. No little bell tinkling out in the garden. Breakfast untouched. Unheard of. I was mentally constructing the obituary. And the difficult speech for the boys. Then Mr HB pointed out she was fast asleep in a ball upstairs.
(I think I uttered a naughty word that sounded like a piece of cutlery. Oh yes I did.)
Here's looking at you July ...
To see who else is playing along with Just a minute ... head over to Jenaveve's blog, August Street.