Went to sleep too early, didn’t eat enough – woke up at 4:30 with a grinding stomach ache. So, I got up, make a cup of java, and sat arguing with TJ over on Chico Politics. I think I gave TJ my stomach ache, it’s gone!
I don’t know why, but coffee is the only thing that kicks one of those stomach aches. Gets my system boiling up, makes me feel awake enough to go for a walk-and-fart. Let me tell you, I’ve kind of woke up in my back yard, in the wee light, having stepped into a gopher hole or stubbed my toe on a rock, or there’s a little dog stuck to the back of my pant-leg (I had to dig those baby teeth out of my sweat pants). I try to get a little caffeine before I ambulate, I live upstairs you know.
My eyes still feel funny, as though they did not get enough darkness. My stove alarm says I still have a half hour in the sack. I’ll tell you another thing – I hate that alarm so much, my body sets it’s own alarm, so I can get up and turn the alarm off before I have to hear it. Neat-O!
Something I’ve noticed lately – and I warned you about this! – the sun comes up just that much later these days. Already! Well, we are halfway through July. But, I think Summer has set itself in, and it’s not going away for another few months. It seems as though our tomato plants are just now kicking in.
We have a lot of interesting varieties, the yellow cherries being the most prolific. There’s even one that ripens green – I just realized, they stay green even when they’re juicy ripe and red inside. They’re all great saucers – the yellows are watery and tart, but the reds are all very fleshy and smooth tasting. It works out in the mix.
I’ve been saucing the tomatoes, and freezing the peaches. Of course we eat them too, but you better watch that. I remember many a late-night, sitting on the kitchen counter while my grandpa mixed me up a glass of water and baking soda after a day of standing under my grandma’s peach trees, helping myself.
Our chest freezer was looking a little down in the mouth – I’ve only got about 6 pints of lemon juice left, and then there’s what’s left of my father-in-law’s pig – a roast, which is Winter meat. Over the past week or so, Mr. Pig has been buried in peaches and tomato sauce. In fact, I’ll have to do some re-arranging if I’m going to get anymore sauce in there.
Nothing makes me feel as wealthy as having a lot of food put up from my own garden.