What's the significance? I don't know.

I actually have time to write something, feel like writing something, and yet nothing is bubbling to the tips of the my fingers. Bah! Figures. Oh, the old bullet stand by, of course.

• Orrin loaned me his ipod shuffle for me to take to the gym to listen to music while I run. I had been actually reading magazines and running at the same time. On a treadmill of course. It'd be just plain weird running down the street reading a magazine. Of course reading cooking magazines while you are running might be a little counter productive. Anyway. he point is, I need help with this ipod thing. Yeah, I'm an idiot. How freaking old are ipods? I've never used imusic before, I have no idea how to actually get music on to the device, how to move it around. Ok, I have some idea, but it seems so slow and cumbersome, I can't believe that I am doing it correctly. So, Catherine, I need a tutorial. Or better yet a visit!
• The garden is doing great. Orin took pictures the other day. Unhappily, I am in them all, looking sweaty, city, tired, and grumpy. There may be one or two where I am not flipping him off. So no pictures, for now. We had fried rice with scrambled eggs for dinner the other night, where everything but the rice came from the backyard. Ok, the canola oil, ginger, garlic, and soy sauce didn't either. Picky.
• I really want to make grilled zucchini to go with dinner tomorrow night but I know we will be up to our ears in zucchini soon so I'm making myself wait. The two plants are covered in flowers and baby zucchini right now. They are a round french variety, so I am anxious to try them.
• We did harvest a cup of red raspberries today. They are just starting to ripen so we should have lots more. There are 2 blueberries on the blueberry bush. The potatoes are blooming. The lettuce all bolted while we were away. The green beans failed to germinate, again. So now we are on round 3. Different variety this time. We found a big patch of black raspberries while out walking the dog this evening. I don't know if Emmet will let me pick enough to make anything with them, or if he'll just inhale them all.
• When I took the boys strawberry picking with me last week, I had to coax Silas into sampling one. He knew his job was to fill the flat and he didn't want to eat any until his job was done. Meanwhile, Emmet tried to take a bite out of every berry in the field.
  
• Orrin is pounding away at the front door. He forgot his keys again. Ha ha. No, he's chiseling in the place for the hinges on the new front door. His Dad found this mission style oak door for $25 at a re-use center. Orrin has stripped, rebuilt, sanded, routed, glued, and chiseled it, and it's still not done. He's also purchased about $200 worth of tools, equipment and supplies. So, if you consider that his time is worth nothing, it's a great deal!
• I don't really care about the cost. Orrin assures me only about 10% of that is consumables the rest he'll be able to use the next time he restores a door. The door is looking really nice, but is taking longer than either of us expected or hoped.
  
• Silas told me this story at bedtime tonight: A boy made a sign for his bedroom that said no people allowed. Daddy made him take it down and put up a sign that said no boats allowed. But then a bunch of water filled the room. The boy put up a sign that said no monsters allowed. Then a monster came and ate the sign. And then he ate the little boy! But the monster spit him out and the boy was all ooey gooey. The monster was very sick and had to go to the hospital.