My my my. Y’all had a lot to say about beets. Some of your comments made me laugh out loud. It appears that no one is neutral on beets; they’re one of those love-em-or-hate-em foods for most of you. Interesting.
Naturally, I took this as a sign that you wanted a whole ‘nother post mostly about beets, so that’s what I did over at Five Full Plates. Feel the love! Or revulsion! Your choice!
What, you don’t like beets? Okay, how about a peek at this year’s garden?
MAH BABIES! MAH BABY SQUASHES!
The garden is slow going this year, because I got the brilliant idea in my head to grow everything from seed. That works great for things like squash and zucchini and green beans, but has proved challenging for my tomatoes and peppers; the former because… well, I don’t know why, other that they seem to keep dying, and the latter because apparently the bugs find my pepper plants delicious and keep eating them. So.
And in other news, we spent some time puttering around in the garden and then swimming, yesterday, and then last night Monkey came to me and said, “Mom, there’s a bug attached to me and he’s trying to suck out all my blood.”
I had spent the day working/laundering/packing/freaking out over everything, so I may have sighed heavily and snapped at my darling son, “Monkey, if there is something you ACTUALLY need to tell me, could you just TELL ME instead of playing games? PLEASE?”
And his little face fell as he quietly said, “But I actually DO have a blood-sucking bug attached to me.”
He had a tick, no doubt a special delivery from Licorice’s time in the garden. Now, I abhor ticks, anyway (I mean, everyone does, right? but I’ve had Lyme Disease so I like to think I hate them EXTRA), but Monkey’s “little friend” turned out to be… ummm… dangerously close to his OTHER “little friend.” THESE ARE THE PARTS OF PARENTING THEY DO NOT TELL YOU ABOUT. Ahem. He was very brave and the situation was handled. Neither of us are scarred for life. Much.
In OTHER other news, today is when I confess to you that in the midst of pinkeye and allergies and random sickness and bugs where there ought not be bugs and Prednisone fun, we are about to go on a cruise. Because my father is nice, or possibly because dementia is setting in and taking all the kids and grandkids on a cruise suddenly seemed like a GREAT idea instead of the 5th circle of hell. (I did notice, however, that we’re all in rooms VERY FAR AWAY from my dad and stepmom. I believe that is called “hedging your bets.”) Naturally we’re all terribly excited, which means that Otto and the kids are excited and I am in an anxiety spiral over packing and itineraries and OHMYGODTHEDOG, who has never been away from us, is on me like velcro every moment of every day because she knows we’re leaving her. Fun. It’s going to be an awesome trip once we GET there. Too bad that the getting there may kill me.
Just kidding! It’s going to be fine. Otto has promised to drug my coffee and throw my unconscious body onto the plane (and then the ship), if it comes to that. I am looking forward to waking up in the Caribbean.