Hi there. It’s been a while, right? I’ve lost my blogging mojo lately. But it’s not for a lack of ideas. My family has been very helpful in terms of suggestions. Here are some things I’ve been told I should put on my blog.
- A “fallen angel” cake. So, there was this angel food cake that went flopped and went flat, but it was still delicious. That’s about it.
- My aunt, uncle and cousin were visiting, and noticed a gecko squished in the hinge of our front door. It also went flat, but was (probably) not delicious. They thought perhaps I could use it for a blogging craft, like when you press flowers between the pages of a book? I’m leaning toward a Flat Stanley-style photo op. We could send him to friends around the globe and have his pictures taken in front of major landmarks. Except I would call him Flat Gordan. (Like Gordon Gekko? Get it? Nevermind.)
- My relatives also grew really large okra.
But is the okra unusually large, or is the eggplant unusually small? It’s all steeped in mystery.
- Even more impressive than the O.O.U.S. (Okra of Unusual Size) is the honey they produced. Well, their bees did, but still.
Urban bee keeping is pretty cool. I am so impressed that they got this honey from the bees in their backyard. Also, it’s really good.
Well, that’s about it, folks. Summer is happening. It feels like this:
I didn’t mean to overexpose this photo, but it does seem to reflect the white-hot burning heat we have right now. But this one feels pretty summery too:
In other news, my nine-year old attended a creative-writing camp that culminated with a poetry reading this morning. Oh, my goodness, there was some true soul-bearing, especially among the older kids. Highlights included a poem entitled “Murdered Baby,” one that included a line about a unicorn that poops pizza, and a girl who said when she’s not “admiring cat photos, she is doing math homework.” The preteen years are so special.
Finally, apropos to nothing, I give you a photo of my youngest child dressed as a clown. Normally, if you try to take a photo of him, he will hide, make faces, and generally refuse to cooperate. But, apparently, if you throw a rainbow wig on him, he’s all smiles.