All Legos, All Day

I had Ali’s little guy here for the day yesterday. His dad and stepmom were on the way back from Colorado and Ali had to be in Missoula for the day, so he got to enjoy a visit to Auntie Janet’s Summer Camp. He and his mom had just returned the night before from a busy weekend trip to California, including a trip to Legoland. I had had a busy weekend and a busy Monday. Yesterday was sunny and hot. Except for processing beans and a trip out to the garden in the golf cart to get tomatoes, the two of us spent the day in the living room in our respective recliners binge-watching Ninjago Legos on YouTube. (The little boys love to sit in the husband’s recliner.) He had pizza for lunch and three cookies for dessert.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I know more about animated Legos than I need to. I was reminded of one summer when the girls were little—6 and 11, maybe?—when we played Lara Croft: Tomb Raider on my computer every afternoon. It was my job to shoot the dinosaurs and the bad guys. DD#1 still has a fondness for video games.

The beans didn’t take long. I set up my green bean frencher in the living room:

It’s an odd setup, but it works.

And I got seven pints of beans to add to the pantry:

I need to check the corn today. It is close to being ready and I don’t want to miss it.

Late in the afternoon, we saw a big smoke plume over the mountains:

There is a fire burning on Forest Service land. We aren’t in danger from it, but the smoke is impressive.

What we are in danger from is idiots like the ones who lit a campfire back in the woods across the road from our house. [I know that is not charitable of me, but if the shoe fits…] Our fire department was dispatched last night to deal with said idiots. We are under stage 2 restrictions—no campfires. All it takes is one spark on a hot day (or night) with a little bit of wind and the forest goes up in smoke.

I’ll be so happy when it snows. Two more days of high 90s and then temps are supposed to cool off.

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DD#2 sent me an interesting opinion piece from the New York Times entitled “Your Clothes Were Never Meant to Fit You,” (If you aren’t subscribed, you can set up a free account to read it.) The author, Elizabeth Endicott, is a writer and textile artist. She notes the wide variation in women’s bodies and the inability of the clothing industry to establish consistency in sizing from one brand to another. She found satisfaction in making her own clothing and notes, “My guess is that once women discover how much better it feels—and fits—when they make clothes for their own bodies, they won’t be coming back to the standardized, one-size-fits-some options available in stores.”

You don’t say.

I have some paperwork to take care of this morning and then I might sew. I’ve been a bit sloppy with my diet lately—I may also have had some pizza—and I’m feeling it. It’s time to get back on track.