Real quick.

It’s late. I’m tired. I promised myself I would “major” in rest this next season. But I can’t resist posting TWO things:
#1 I harvested all my lettuce this evening. It was time. I love that I can walk in my backyard and pick mixed greens for the evening salad. Audrey and I harvested a whole tub full! We divided into recycled produce bags and jumped on the bike with the Burly attached to go deliver. Judy has lent me this fabulous, cadillac of a bike for the summer while she is traipsing the earth. I am putting it to great use exploring all parts of Waukegan and even making a new friend or two. We had four stops: neighbors, Audrey’s new friends (and mine too) and the Reeds. We delivered fresh greens and as we biked around I put the little bell (my favorite part of the bike) to use by announcing that the Lettuce Express was here. It was delightful. It was dusk and I was so glad to have friends in the neighborhood I could go and visit so casually and bless them with a bag of fresh greens.

#2 I was just doing up the evening dishes and Ivan was making the coffee for tomorrow morning, packing a lunch and all (since he has a NEW job!). He was searching around the house for his ol’ time lunch box. Couldn’t find it, couldn’t find it. This is what happens when you have a three year old in the house who loves to organize, sort and carry items in little containers around the house like she is cross pollinating or something. He eventually finds it in the living room which is scattered with toys, picnics, tea parties and babies sleeping under burp cloths. He senses something in it, sloshing around. He brings it into the kitchen, where I am doing dishes like I said, and opens it. Now, whenever you hear Ivan say, “Oh no!”, you know it’s bad bordering on really bad. In an instant I knew what it was: stale, stagnant and growing a number of bacteria, old urine. I do believe my three year old, beloved, most lovely, creative, stunning and funny little midget of a daughter peed in my husband’s lunch box. Sigh.

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