– We’ve entered another long summer heat wave, just in time for our ice maker in our freezer to break. At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if, in addition to a broken AC unit and a broken ice machine, our fireplace somehow malfunctioned and started belching out random flames. Not that we’d notice–it reached the same temperature inside our house as out, so we were a cool 103 degrees on our couch as we were on our porch. We stopped wearing clothes and took to sitting on the couch with fans pointed at our faces while we misted ourselves with a spray bottle. Life was miserable. I stopped eating because the heat kills my appetite. I made a sandwich last week and I looked at it a good ten minutes before even taking a bite. I had to psych myself up for it. I just don’t want to eat when it’s that hot outside and I didn’t fully appreciate that until I realized that every time I left the house I was absolutely starving.
– The only nice thing about not having AC during a heatwave in the Valley is how everyone comes together to offer assistance. We’ve received countless offers from friends and family to hang out and their house during the day and even to sleep at their place during the night. People have offered fans and ice and the use of their pool. We know some fantastic people.
– We were trying to wait until a check arrived before we addressed this situation but the forecast hinted at being upwards of 110 for several days and Anthony and I caved. We purchased two window AC units on credit and although I hate getting further in debt I can think of few purchases I regret less. We’ve been sleeping in the living room since putting them up in the windows that flank our fireplace and Isobel thinks we’re having a camp out. Anthony and I are a little sore from the sleeping arrangements but better that than miserable.
– Having Anthony home all the time has really changed our family dynamic. It’s hard to be business as usual when he’s here because we just want to hang out and do weekend-type stuff, but life marches on and we have stuff to do. Also the house is exponentially more messy when everyone is home all the time doing their thing. We redid our daily chore list and we all feel better about getting what we need to done while still having family time. I think the work/home dynamic is just a constant challenge for everyone.
– It’s plum season in the Valley and you can tell because everyone who has a plum tree is foisting as many of them onto their neighbors as humanly possible. We are a lucky recipient of a few people’s plums and this has lead to Isobel setting up an imaginary farm stand at the kitchen counter wherein we must purchase plums from her for a quarter. She calls her new job as an entrepreneur “being a plummer” because she sells plums.
– I have no fantastic news for you. Anthony and I have been struggling with secondary infertility for a year and a half now, and although this wouldn’t be the best timing for a pregnancy we would have been thrilled nonetheless. I’m sad about it but then, I have so much to worry about right now that it’s probably for the best.
– We’ve been having a lot of fun with glitter glue lately ever since I found a few bottles for cheap at a community yard sale. Isobel is learning the ways of the glitter, and one time after we’d been glitter gluing for sometime she noticed that she had glitter everywhere. I explained that glitter tends to stick to things and is really tough to get off and the only real cure is to simply not use glitter. “UGH,” she sighed, “I guess I’m just going to be covered in glitter forever.” You and me both, kid.
– I don’t enter many giveaways because I’m far too lazy but I entered LCH’s July giveaway because those 8 books are right up my alley with my plans here for Little Big. Also, I could use that Amazon gift card because I’m still using my original 2006 SD card and battery and the battery especially is beginning to crap out on me. So anyway, it’s a fantastic giveaway and please do not enter it because Mama needs some new books and camera equipment.
Scrapbook: Home Life. Scenes from domestic life.
Thrift Store Gore: Sad Cats and Scary Bunnies. You’ll laugh! You’ll cry! You’ll be slightly disturbed!
Recipe: Blackberry Watermelon Swirl Smoothie. The only reason I have survived thus far without air conditioning.
Scrapbook: The San Francisco Zoo. We spent nearly the entire day covered in fog, which was great because it was like being inside an air conditioner.
Blame families for the ruin of Monopoly. I find this hilarious because my group of friends once got into a bitter fight over a game of Monopoly over some rule changing and haggling. This happened about fifteen years ago and we still reference the Monopoly Incident.
How to build the essential DIY toolbox. I wouldn’t know where to start, so this is perfect.
Google search to add nutrition data to over 1,000 foods. I think one of the key to being healthy is the ability to easily access health information. I love that they are doing this.
The Glowing Plant Kit. Grow your own bio-luminescent plants at home. Fascinating idea.
Meet the paddle plant succulent. I love this guy. It looks like it belongs on another planet.
Why the family meal is crucial to civilization. “My role, I think, is to make people eat with more consciousness. Eating thoughtlessly is the biggest problem we have. If we’re not thinking, they can push our buttons and get us to eat all sorts of stuff. The more thoughtful we are, the healthier we’ll be.” A fantastic interview with Michael Pollan.
Scrapbook: Surviving Yosemite. Anthony vs The Mountain Lion.
Why I Thrift: The Thrifted Home Tour. Reasons why thrifting is my favorite thing ever.
Random Thought Roundup. Basically a precursor to the Snapshot post.
Scrapbook: Father’s Day Piping. Anthony got two Father’s Days that year because I can’t use a calendar.
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