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As little as I like going out of the house when the entire world is wilting from heat, it was worth braving the sun to go shopping yesterday. Now I have watermelon, cantaloupe, nectarines, bananas, oranges, and an apple. Some of them will be going into a fruit salad I'll have for dinner one hot evening, so I won't have to cook. I'd have gotten cherries, too, but they are still to expensive.
I miss having a cherry tree in my back yard. Had I thought to plant some seeds when the tree first showed signs that it was dying, I might have a young tree bearing fruit by now. I might have planted seeds from store-bought cherries at any time since, too, but never got around to it. One of my many ongoing oversights.
Anyway, the store had a sale on Dreyer's lemon flavored frozen fruit bars. They were a bargain for 2012, but way more expensive than the three-cent Freeze-ee bars (a low-budget Popsicle knockoff) I used to get at the corner grocery store when I was a kid. Freeze-ee made a lemon bar that tasted exactly like frozen lemonade. I hadn't thought of them in years, but the sight of the package yesterday led me to make an impulse buy, and I pulled one out as soon as I got home. Frozen nostalgia on a stick, and the perfect complement to a sultry evening.
But once again the heat put me to sleep not long after dinner. Well, the extra bottle of beer probably helped, but in any case I ended up sleeping until three o'clock in the morning, and failing to make a Sunday journal entry again. Now I'm awake at this ungodly hour (or the sungodly hour) with the front of the pale house across the street glaring in my window. I'll probably collapse about noon, but right now I'm hyper. Maybe I'll deal with the dirty windows. Cleaning them will make the glare even brighter, but it will be nice to have a clear view of the world.
( Belated Sunday Verse )
I miss having a cherry tree in my back yard. Had I thought to plant some seeds when the tree first showed signs that it was dying, I might have a young tree bearing fruit by now. I might have planted seeds from store-bought cherries at any time since, too, but never got around to it. One of my many ongoing oversights.
Anyway, the store had a sale on Dreyer's lemon flavored frozen fruit bars. They were a bargain for 2012, but way more expensive than the three-cent Freeze-ee bars (a low-budget Popsicle knockoff) I used to get at the corner grocery store when I was a kid. Freeze-ee made a lemon bar that tasted exactly like frozen lemonade. I hadn't thought of them in years, but the sight of the package yesterday led me to make an impulse buy, and I pulled one out as soon as I got home. Frozen nostalgia on a stick, and the perfect complement to a sultry evening.
But once again the heat put me to sleep not long after dinner. Well, the extra bottle of beer probably helped, but in any case I ended up sleeping until three o'clock in the morning, and failing to make a Sunday journal entry again. Now I'm awake at this ungodly hour (or the sungodly hour) with the front of the pale house across the street glaring in my window. I'll probably collapse about noon, but right now I'm hyper. Maybe I'll deal with the dirty windows. Cleaning them will make the glare even brighter, but it will be nice to have a clear view of the world.
( Belated Sunday Verse )
