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Time to compost, or is it?

Tonight I was in a fresh food whirlwind. I cut up multiple fruits for a fruit salad (apple, cantaloupe, kiwi, peaches, strawberry, blueberry), then prepared steak and zucchini on the grill, and finally prepared a salad (romaine, carrots, celery, red pepper…forgot the red onion Jack asked for).

So, naturally I had a big mixing bowl on the counter filled with peels, veggie clippings and seeds from various fruits. A scrap bowl like you see on TV when you watch any major cooking show.

A scrap bowl is easy to clean up and doesn’t require multiple trips to the garbage. We don’t have a garbage disposal.

Then I remembered reading in “A Barn in New England: Making a Home on Three Acres”, that the author, Joseph Monninger, described how to make a compost bin using wooden pallets. Hmmmmm… We have old wooden pallets at work. Maybe they would let me take four of them?

Jack: This cantaloupe is GOOD!

me: Oh good, I couldn’t tell if it was dried out… it was hard to cut. Guess what I’m going to do with all the peels? (I waved my hand over the bowl of fruit and veggie scraps).

Jack: Huh?

me: Compost. I’m going to put a bin way in the back at the edge of the yard and we can throw all this into a pile and start to compost.

Jack: Hahahaha you know now you’re really old. Only really old people care about composting! Hahaha!

me: Noooo, that’s not true. People who care about the earth compost. And you’ll be the one that has to carry the scraps to the bin each night. (I remember the part in the book where the author’s son has that chore delegated to him. I liked it.)

Jack: Do you know how bad that’s gonna smell?

me: After awhile the bottom of the bin will turn out rich soil for planting or whatever.

Jack: I know how it works, Mom. And, we don’t plant anything anymore.

me: You’re still doing it.

Jack: You’re still old.

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Lucky Parking Spot

Jack and I are on the way to Florida! It only took 50 minutes to get to HPN and I got my lucky parking space right next to the 3rd floor entrance. Wooooo!

me: Remember last time I flew to Florida for work and had the two hour delay?

Jack: When was that?

me: Last month.

Jack: What did you do?

me: I sat on that bench right over there in the sun for two hours. Rather than waiting in the freezing cold airport!

Jack: Oh look the 3rd level parking is open.

(I drive up to my usual spot)

me: Oh look, my lucky spot is open!

Jack; Didn’t you just say your flight was delayed?

me: Yeah I guess this is a very unlucky spot.

Jack: Did you pack my goggles???!!!

me: No.

Jack; Aaarrrrrgghhh!!!!!

(It begins)

me: Let’s check the flight board, we’re early.

(Our flight is delayed 1.5 hours due to “weather”)

Jack: Sigh

me: Sigh

Fortnite

Jack: Can I buy this thing for my game? It’s only $20…

me: $20?? What could possibly cost so much!?

Jack: It’s a character type thing.

me: I don’t know, Jack. That’s expensive…

Jack: It’s my money! I should be able to use it how I want.

me: Explain what it is and why it’s so important.

Jack: (pauses) Well it’s… this tomato headed guy that wears a pizza backpack and you can throw pizzas as weapons.

me: Pizza backpack.

Jack: Yeah.

me: Tomato head.

Jack: Yesss. (He does a little hop of anticipation)

me: A tomato headed guy that throws pizzas is important?

Jack: Very.

me: Sigh.

First day of summer camp 2018

(The eyes say at all)

I was more than excited to see that all of the camp traffic was gone by the time I got in line. Sometimes that line snakes around for 45 minutes before you can actually drop your child off. It’s one way in, and one way out. I decided to play it safe and just run the schedule a little bit late today. I made Jack a great breakfast, eggs and bacon, Rye toast, orange juice, and he threw back a few Fritos for good measure…

He has a very big lunch packed today, we put on sunblock, had one minor catastrophe because we couldn’t find the swimming goggles… I remembered the water bottle and a towel… He grabbed his bathing suit and swim shirt and hat and case for his glasses. I remembered the medical forms and the EpiPen’s… And then we also had to have a brief meeting with the camp counselor to turn over the forms and medication.

Need I remind you that I also fed and walked and played with three other furry animals… This morning!! I also managed to feed myself slap on some make up and blow dry my hair. And this was all before 8:15 AM. I guess I kind of want a pat on the back LOL. I do feel a little bit like wonder woman today though I may not look that good ha ha.

I’m still very upset that I didn’t get a picture of Jack getting off the bus on his last day of middle school. It has literally tormented me. Because, I got the first day on the bus in sixth grade, and the last day off the bus in sixth grade… So it was kind of a thing that I wanted to do for myself. But lo and behold, I raced home before Jack on that last day of school….I took Moca out for a quick pee, made sure the kitties were accounted for, and then I heard the door slam open and Jack was home.

It didn’t even register that he would never get off the bus again in middle school. Ever. Mom guilt at its finest.

So, in order to make up for that mom mishap, I wanted to get a picture of Jack on his first day of camp. Do you think he willingly agreed?

Me: Jack let me grab one quick picture before you get out of the car.

Jack: no, leave me alone, no pictures.

Me: Please, just one quick one (I tried to wrestle the camera in his face while he swatted it away)

Jack: (he’s laughing a bit) stop!

Me: Let me get a flippin’ picture!

Jack: stop yelling, Geez, everyone can hear you!

Then I noticed that the windows were down and all of the camp counselors were just standing there staring at us having this wrestling match in the front seat of the car. LOL. Sigh…

#mylife

Quote of the day – At the Met

me: Jack, how come we never bring your selfie stick on these trips … we could get better photos …??

Jack: Because I’m not a 14-year-old girl…

me: Are you sure about that?

Jack: No.

Slacker

Me not Jack.

I haven’t blogged in awhile because life has been getting in the way AND when you’re a mom of a new teenager, they don’t always like what you post and INSIST on editorial approval, etc, etc, blah.. WYH. Was I so annoying at 13? Let’s not answer that.

Also, “they” read the posts with a little bit of laughter and reminiscing but mostly disdain, pointing out spelling errors and lack of fact checking on my part. Sometimes I’m being called out for lying. Or for being old with bad recall. Sheesh minor details. This is my blog and I’ll write it to the best of my recall abilities. Ahem.

Ha.

It’s probably all true to some extent.

…anyway…

Jack: Can I read your blog?

(Another way for him to use a digital device before bed. Hmmm.)

mr: Sure, but just read random posts so you see some from all your different ages.

Jack: No I want to go in order starting with the newest.

me: Wellllll….

Jack: (Starts reading the blog and notices that my last post was in early May). Way to slack on posting, Mom!

me: Hey I’ve been busy.

Jack: (continues reading) This is a total lie…

me: Maybe I’ll post tonight…

Jack: (swiping down at lightning speed as he reads)… NOT true.

me: Geez, I can’t win…

Jack: Not true, Lie. OH that NEVER happened…

me: Sigh.

I can’t even…

So there was a minor catastrophe the other day which may or may not have involved me getting locked out of my car. Ok Moca actually locked herself IN the car, and we were at the beach and I was supposed to be watching one of Jack’s friends…and the list goes on and on.

But that’s not the story I’m here to tell.

I called Jack to let him know that I was stuck outside my car and waiting for roadside assistance.

Jack: Hello?

me: Hey Jack, listen I’m kinda stuck at the beach for awhile.

Jack: What’s up?

me: Moca locked herself in the car by stepping on the keys and I —

Jack: Just Kidding (rest inaudible due to bad signal)

me: What??

Phone goes dead. I thought Jack hung up on me. I called him back.

Jack: Hello?

me: Hey what the heck? I have to talk to you…

Jack: What’s up?

me: Listen, I’m going to be awhile because I’m at the beach —

Jack: Just Kidding, leave a message.

Beep.

Yes exactly. That was his voicemail message.

Sigh.

And 3 hours later with the help of a very good friend, I had my spare keys delivered to me and I got to go home.

😬