One Foot on a Banana Peel

Good grief, it’s hot!  Even at 11:00 at night it’s still 80 degrees.  I think the air conditioner has run nearly nonstop all day.  A perfect day for Tim to spend several hours in the sun burying the wire for the new invisible fence system, don’t you think?  I told him he was nuts.  He didn’t listen.  At least the fence is installed and I can start training the dogs tomorrow.  I hope they are trainable.  I’m tired of chasing them all over the neighborhood when they get loose.

The picnic at our friends’ farm yesterday was pretty cool.  My mom and her husband even went and miracle of miracles, Mom didn’t embarass me.  She can be pretty snooty and judgemental and sometimes a lot of the time she is pretty vocal about it.  Megan took a girlfriend with her and they had a ball catching frogs and snails in the pond.  My baby is not a girly girl.  We left around 10:00, just as the bonfire was getting started.  We would have stayed longer, but leave it to me to get stung by a wasp in the dark.  I haven’t been stung in over 25 years and the last time I had an allergic reaction.  To be safe, they loaded me up with Benadryl right away.  My finger swelled up a good bit and the Benadryl made me loopy, but otherwise I was okay.  I just needed to come home and sleep off the drugs.

My Avon shipment finally came Friday afternoon.  No wonder it was so late.  They shipped it through some rinky-dink company I’ve never heard of.  Anyway, got the orders delivered that afternoon and Megan took brochures around Saturday morning for me.  I thought selling might be tough, but orders are coming in with very little effort.  I’m not satisfied with that, though.  I’ve been reading all their training literature and pump-you-up-to-be-a-lean-mean-selling-recruiting-machine success stories.  I want me a piece of that pie.

Hey, I’m off to bed.  I have to get up tomorrow and deal with a ton of blueberries.  Megan and I went up to my mom and John’s place on the ridge Friday night and picked for a couple of hours.  I don’t know what I’m going to do with them all.  Probably freeze a bunch for now.  We’re going to pick more later this week and next week Mom and John will be on vacation so we can pick all we want.  I’m not a big fan of them baked, but I do love them on my cereal or whipped into a smoothie or in my lemon yogurt.  I try to eat about 1/2 cup a day since they are, according to medical science, the miracle fruit.