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[miladycarol]

I’m just home from work. I love returning into the cool, loving embrace of my home from the heat outside. It’s a bit toasty out there. It’s really only 82 degrees F (28 degrees C) with 35% humidity, but it has felt hotter. I believe this is in part due to the very cool weather we’ve had up until very recently. It takes my body a bit of time to adjust. This isn’t meant to sound like a complaint. I love all the weather the Pacific Northwest has to offer, unconditionally. I’ve chosen to live here. I relish whatever weather I am given out of choice. What I mean to impart is how lovely my castle’s well-insulated walls feel. With a few intelligently placed fans, it is practically crisp inside. Then, there is the glory that is my deck. I think I’ll retire out there with a beading project and soak up some breeze in the shade.

Have I mentioned that I love my life? I must be the luckiest person ever.


Yesterday, I went for a nice walk. It was quite warm yesterday (84o), as well. And most of my walk was in the sun. I was really hungry by the time I was done and, as I meandered my way home, I passed a local grocer that was open. Now, mind you, I just had gone grocery shopping Sunday thinking all the stores would be closed for the holiday, but there were a few items that I couldn’t buy. Things like purple onions and rye berries. So, I stopped into the store and was immediately assaulted by the “Try our fresh, local, organic, sweet, delicious, seeded watermelon” sign and accompanying bowl of watermelon chunks on ice. Of course, being a good girl, I did as I was told and partook of the juicy pink fruit. *luxuriant sigh* It was delicious. I love seeded watermelons. Not only do the genetically-altered-until-they-have-no-taste seeded ones fail to satisfy me, they are omnipresent. I can’t find seeded watermelons in most of the stores. I have to wait until they come into full season and buy them from local markets. This only serves to make them a rare and incredible treat that I anticipate with great joy.

Next I ran into big, plump blueberries. Then organic red grapes. Then the small, sweet Fuji apples. After tossing all that into my basket, I had to run back at the last minute when I remembered the purple onions that caused me to stop in the first place. By the time I finally made it out of the store I had spent a considerable chunk of change on fresh, local, organic fruit. Heavenly. I was able to share some watermelon and grapes with naudiz yesterday evening.

If there is any moral to the story, then it is a warning about going shopping while one is really hungry. I impulse-bought all that fruit. I’m not sorry, mind you. Already, half the watermelon is gone, 1/3 the grapes and there is a noticeable dent in the blueberries. I have some lemons and limes in the fridge that are destined to become lemonade. I may just toss some chunks of watermelon into the mix and freeze some of the blueberries for ice cubes. Yum. As a matter of fact, I may have to make this lemonade before I retire to the deck. It will be utterly decadent to laze on the deck with a jewelry project and an icy cold lemonade. *pauses to think for a moment then quickly finishes post and dashes to kitchen*

Comments

[indiecowboy.livejournal.com]

Try 84% humidity.

You do have a great life.

[miladycarol.livejournal.com]

I have tried 84% humidity. Remember where I was born and spent the first 29 years of my life? Dude, I left it. On purpose.

My life is only so great because of the wonderful people that populate it. *hug*