Ah Memorial Day. It was so nice to goof off yesterday without that impending doom feeling you get on a normal Sunday. I don't have it today either, but I will. We went to the farmer's market in Alhambra and bought strawberries, avocados, apricots and a couple of peaches. The weather has been so chilly it amazes me that we're in peach season already. I was happy to see good tomatoes again. They're in season someplace. It must have been warm there.
We have 4 tomato bushes and two pepper plants in back. The tomatoes have lots of babies on them. The peppers already have pickable peppers. Crazy. We grew an Italian pepper bush last year. It was really prolific and put out lots of peppers. I even had enough to make sausage and peppers a couple of times. Tom was going to pull it out of the pot and toss it a couple of months back, assuming it was dead. It was covered with flowers and baby peppers, so he left it. Wonderful. I liked it because sometimes you just want a little green pepper. Also they were tasty mild peppers.
I gave away the pink and brown quilt on Saturday. Rachel didn't open presents, so I don't know if she got it or liked it or anything. I have visions of it being taken out to the trash with the wrapping paper, but it's probably fine. It was a great party in Annette's back yard. They hired a taco truck lady to come make tacos for the crowd. She cranked out hundreds and hundreds of them. There was rice and beans and someone made some good home made salsa with actual chilies in it. They had salad and lots of strawberries. It was lovely. I got to talk to all kinds of people I haven't seen in awhile. Tom's Aunt Jean came. She's nearly 90, but doing pretty well considering. The nieces and nephews were there, looking very grown up in their young 20's. Darryl had a new baby, his 5th boy. He says "No more babies. If we win the lotto we'll adopt." I have pictures but they're still in my ipod. I should get them out. OK, here are two. One of Aunt Jean and her daughter Eileen, the other is Jennifer and her new baby Leland. he's homely, but he'll grow out of it.
One more day to have fun. We still have housework to do, and it seems like there's no such thing as a day when you don't have to do something useful. I'd like to say I made breakfast, it's enough, and now I can just play all day, but that's not how it works. I want to bake some bread, and need to wash sheets and what ever's left in the laundry basket. It never ends. Sometimes I think there's a stranger living in the attic who puts his clothes in our wash. Sigh. Oh well, I better go take care of it. I keep thinking about putting vacation pictures in. One of these days I will.