I have access to 9 - 100yr old+ apple trees on a lot up a valley in Missoula. This year, the apples exploded. I'm told that because June was so wet, we were rewarded with big apples.
They are a McIntosh apple, complete with wrinkled and faded reds and grees and worms holes, but no worms.
I picked one tree clean on Sunday, and the total amount of apples filled TWO wheelbarrows! And Ive got 8 more!(?)
There's kinda time pressure because bears come down into thevalley in the early fall to feast on apples, pumpkins, cats and little girls. So the sooner we can get the apples picked, the fewer trips into the valley bears will make.
E has made two huge pies with double apples. Ive eaten three apples a day for over a week. We're borrowing an apple press on sunday for juicy juice.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Saturdays in the Fall
Saturdays in the Fall share the front seat in my sprirtual SUV with Friday afternoons in Summer, Sunday mornings in the winter with a new snow, and 4am insomniac walks with the dogs.
Yesterday was a Classic Saturday.
When Fiona wakes up, her questions are in order: Do I get a surprise? Whats for breakfast?
On Saturdays, the answers are YES; and Pinnamon Rolls. 'Pinnamon' Rolls only come from one place - and thats Bernice's Bakery tent at the Farmers Market.
The rolls are 6" in circumference with one inch of white frosting and a quarterinch of cinnamon in the folds. I usually eat mine in about 20 seconds and Fiona eats the frosting and the topsoil layer of roll and then she's done. They are chewy enough, light enough, sugary enough, and if truth be told, I could eat three of them at one sitting. And then a big cup of Bernices very dark roast.
Fiona is good and amped up for the next 6 hours and that means... walking home. By that time, we are both ready for some couch time (correction: I'm ready.) and couch time means college football.
I've loved all women who love college football. The fact that I married a woman who had been to TWO football games in her ENTIRE life when I met her (Current Total: 4) speaks volumes to her many other qualities. But the Erin Andrews/sideline Reporter conceit? Super Yum.
So Fiona site with me as long as her attention span warrants, and asks all the pertinent questions:
Does the man have an Owee?
Are they mad at each other?
The masks make them look scary. Are there masks that arent scary?
What animal is the blue team? Where is he?
People get happy, don't they?
Seeing the preternatural balance and strength Fiona already has, combined with the Knievel blood, she could be a football player. She could also be a motorcycle jumping scientist. I think I understand how things like Oregon Football and Cinnamon Rolls and couch time build up. I know how important it is to me.
Yesterday was a Classic Saturday.
When Fiona wakes up, her questions are in order: Do I get a surprise? Whats for breakfast?
On Saturdays, the answers are YES; and Pinnamon Rolls. 'Pinnamon' Rolls only come from one place - and thats Bernice's Bakery tent at the Farmers Market.
The rolls are 6" in circumference with one inch of white frosting and a quarterinch of cinnamon in the folds. I usually eat mine in about 20 seconds and Fiona eats the frosting and the topsoil layer of roll and then she's done. They are chewy enough, light enough, sugary enough, and if truth be told, I could eat three of them at one sitting. And then a big cup of Bernices very dark roast.
Fiona is good and amped up for the next 6 hours and that means... walking home. By that time, we are both ready for some couch time (correction: I'm ready.) and couch time means college football.
I've loved all women who love college football. The fact that I married a woman who had been to TWO football games in her ENTIRE life when I met her (Current Total: 4) speaks volumes to her many other qualities. But the Erin Andrews/sideline Reporter conceit? Super Yum.
So Fiona site with me as long as her attention span warrants, and asks all the pertinent questions:
Does the man have an Owee?
Are they mad at each other?
The masks make them look scary. Are there masks that arent scary?
What animal is the blue team? Where is he?
People get happy, don't they?
Seeing the preternatural balance and strength Fiona already has, combined with the Knievel blood, she could be a football player. She could also be a motorcycle jumping scientist. I think I understand how things like Oregon Football and Cinnamon Rolls and couch time build up. I know how important it is to me.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Stay At Home Dad
I think the toughest thing about being a stay at home Dad is the total flexibility of time that leads to crippling procrastination. Thats right, Im blaming staying at home and not my skewed sense of motivation or my own easily distractedness.
But back to the point: When F goes to school, I can be at home at respond to email, answer/make calls, and watch Las Vegas on TNT. In my Old Navy track pants. Ive had dozens of conversations with banks begging for forgiveness wearing only my track pants.
E says that I would be happier with a job. Perhaps. Perhaps more structure. Damnit. Its tough. It opens all the neuroses I have. All of them. Self esteem, self image.
But back to the point: When F goes to school, I can be at home at respond to email, answer/make calls, and watch Las Vegas on TNT. In my Old Navy track pants. Ive had dozens of conversations with banks begging for forgiveness wearing only my track pants.
E says that I would be happier with a job. Perhaps. Perhaps more structure. Damnit. Its tough. It opens all the neuroses I have. All of them. Self esteem, self image.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Mistake: Sleep
I'm not the peacefulest sleeper even in the best of times, but I gave in to F last night and let her sleep in our bed.
She kicked, rolled, moaned and at one point woke up, sat up, and said in her sleep-sitting state: "Where are you, Daddy?"
So, Day 2 of Daddy/Daughter Week means she is back in her own bed. Tough nooks.
She kicked, rolled, moaned and at one point woke up, sat up, and said in her sleep-sitting state: "Where are you, Daddy?"
So, Day 2 of Daddy/Daughter Week means she is back in her own bed. Tough nooks.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Napping
A Siesta. If F doesn't get a nap every day about 3:30 to 4:00, she is cranky, short, bitchy, not funny, and basically a pill to be with. But if she sleeps too long, then she is awake until 11pm and is a struggle to get her to go through the bedtime routine.When she sleeps, I want to sleep. But if I sleep, then I'm awake until Midnight+ and super grouchy all the next day (no challenge).
So, while her naptime used to be a time to get things done uniterrupted, now its a battle between sleep urges, and timing her arisal so she can get sleepy before actual bedtime.
Nonsense.
Great. Another Timesuck
OK. I gave in an started a blog. How very 2008 of me.
But really, I got a lot of strands in the ole Duders head and got stuff to get out to the people.
Not that no one cares, but hey, I can imagine that they do.
Who is they?
But really, I got a lot of strands in the ole Duders head and got stuff to get out to the people.
Not that no one cares, but hey, I can imagine that they do.
Who is they?
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