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Unlike many, I don’t love fall.  At least, I don’t love all the typical fall-y things that are so popular this time of year.  I don’t like pumpkin spice lattes.  Pumpkins are not actually in season yet where I live–watermelon was offered in my CSA share this week.  The leaves don’t really change color here.  October means eight more months til summer vacation and parent-teacher conferences.

There are, however, a few things that make this time of year kind of nice deep in the heart of Texas, though they may not be as traditional as an apple pie-scented candle:

  • It’s cool enough in the mornings to drive to work with my windows down.
  • Our electricity bill is smaller.
  • Lettuce is in season again.
  • On that note, we  get CSA shares again, after several months without.
  • It’s finally not too hot to cook soup.

Happy fall, whether you enjoy it with lettuce or pumpkin muffins.


Hello, late-twenties... far, you are delicious.

Last week we (Scott and I and John, one of our best friends) returned from a wonderful, wonderful road-trip vacation.  People should hire us as vacation consultants, it was that good.  It was planned around a wedding in Chicago and some friends in Ontario, Canada, with a lot of good stops in between.

These two fall into the small category of people I can spend two weeks with in a car:

If we got vacation reports cards, we would get an E for ‘playing well with others.’  Pictures of our adventures are here:

I live in my college town.  Generally speaking, I’m not sure how common that is or isn’t, five years post-graduation, but it’s  not that unusual around here.  Aside from a few basketball games a year, I don’t have much to do with my beloved alma mater.  (I remember having grand illusions of donating to scholarship funds once upon a time, but for now my monthly student loan payments will have to do.)

Bottom line, I had to go on campus yesterday and it was weird.  Weird to be in a place where I spent every waking moment for four years, before trekking off into the real world without a look back.  Weird because I was older than the summer school students meandering around.  Just weird.

My college experience had its ups and downs, but truly I have no complaints.  It gave me a degree I use, a seminary student that eventually became my husband and, oddly enough, a town I came to call home.  I just don’t have to spend time on campus to acknowledge all those things.

So heres to college and heres to my real world life, too, because it’s so much better.

After climbing out from under a pile of lesson plans, textbooks, and finals, this whirly girl has returned.  While I wasn’t blogging, I was thinking about this blog and its purpose.  I decided I couldn’t fit the mold of a how-to blog; I couldn’t provide a perfectly nutritious recipe every day; I couldn’t tell you how to be debt-free in six months.  What I can do, and do well, is chronicle my everyday life and the projects and adventures I undertake.  So that’s what I’ll do.

Spring break has come to this poor, dormant blog of a whirly girl whose real life has recently won out in the attention game.  I am still here, though rather undocumented.  The school year is clipping along and, in less than three months, will be laid to rest.  My domestic projects are moving much more slowly.  I hang on to the fact that they are still, at least, moving. 

I’m almost finished with my second pair of wrist warmers, just in time to pack them away until next winter.  Kombucha is fermenting in two glass jars on my counter top.  I have homemade yogurt in the fridge.  So, all is not lost.

I tend to hybernate during spring break, hiding away at home, rarely going out for fear of having to interact with other people–the horror.  Such is the fate of an introvert who spends all day surrounded by people.  So, this week has found me primarily wearing slippers all day, hanging laundry out on the line, and planting tomatoes.  I did have to venture out to the nursery to buy the tomato plants, plus I used a gift certificate my 5th graders gave me last year to buy a new purse.  Besides that, I’ve been home sweet home.

I felt tentative about making resolutions for the new year, mostly because the secret ones in my head seem really big and hard and scary even without writing them down.  So, instead, I have a few things that I would “like to do” this new year.

  • I would like to use the grain mill attachment I got for Christmas on a regular basis and grind all of our flour.
  • I would like to learn how to make cheese.
  • I would like to continue my journey in Real Food.
  • I would like to be an avid reader again.
  • I would like to take the trip to visit friends in Canada that we’ve been talking about.
  • I would like to learn to use my grandma’s sewing machine, passed on to me at Christmas, to make lovely and useful things. 
  • I would like to make things nice enough to be able to sell someday.
  • I would like to blog interesting and thoughtful ideas on a regular basis.

There are my tentatives.  They seem more enjoyable than the more exercise, less coffee, organization goals I have attempted embracing at the start of previous years. 

Happy 2010.

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