It’s been a delightfully rainy July in Fredericksburg. We have had thunderstorms and everything just like a normal place and so unlike the sun baked scorch of last summer. We went out to 4.0 cellars for Robins birthday a Sunday ago and, just like last year, we conjured a storm. We brought a picnic that appeared as if we were erecting a food bank under their pavilion and supplemented with uncounted bottles of wine we purchased there. Then, most of the party dispersed but the twins continued on at their house, so we made the block and a half over there and celebrated Robin’s birthday in her absence.
That wasn’t the only benefit of the rain. The farmers market has never looked lovelier. Amy, Lauren and I headed over last Thursday after work to see what was new.
Eastern approach to market
Everything looked really good, but we ran into Robin and decided to go get drinks and appetizers at Bejas instead.
The days are running away and I can’t keep up. The garage is finally complete and we have been packing and moving and cleaning and bleeding pennies and it has made me tired. Plus, it is the feat of a yogi to get us and all our stuff crammed into the apartment. I am not an accumulator of things. I have moved enough in my life to have learned the art of streamlining, but I’m not talking about a rock collection or stacks of notes and cards from infancy, I mean, there isn’t room for a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread. One must choose. The once considered diminutive love seat now looks bunyonesque, like Barbie furniture in a weeble house. The refrigerator door brushes gently against the wall when opened and I’m pretty sure they had to mallet the stove into place. In addition, there is the never ending list of summer obligations. I drug myself to the phenomenal birthday party Marisa threw for her sister, and though I thought I would fall asleep on her patio, I suddenly got a burst of energy in the form of a heaping plate of Marisa food.
And as we squeeze the three of us into what feels like 11 square feet, it is cluttered with boxes and shoes and it is getting warm. We had a motel style air conditioner installed in the bedroom, but it doesn’t flow well into the other room, which is just the tiniest bit problematic in mid July. The builder said he will provide a remedy, and I think I saw him light a wad of sage as he inspected the unit.
So this weekend my brother is getting married, which is really going to cut into my unpacking. Some people should learn to prioritize. Next week, hopefully it’s back to miniature life as usual and I will have more interesting things to post about than packing and unpacking.
Home for the next four months. Eek.