Today I finally finished making fruit leather from the last of the plums I had harvested 2 weeks ago. (All but the actual drying of it, which my lovely dehydrator will do for me.) Amazingly, only a few of the plums were too far overripe to use.
There are still a lot of slightly-overripe but still-good-for-fruit-leather plums on the tree, mocking me.
Dean got home last night from a 9-day trip to a professional conference in Vienna. (The American Electrochemical Chemical Engineering Association Society, or something.) He got us set up on Skype before he left so every day at 3 PM our time, 11 PM his time, we were able to have our family song and prayer. Dean caught a bad cold on the way there and it made me feel a little better about my grueling single-mom gig to be able to see him cough and sniffle live from across the ocean. He hadn’t finished preparing his two talks before he left so he didn’t manage to squeeze in much sightseeing, although he enjoyed walking around downtown and trying a new type of pastry every day.
Hazel’s first tooth came in last week, and I think she’s getting more, since this last week she had some fussier-than-usual times. I was already sleep deprived, partly of my own fault since I can’t seem to make myself go to bed anywhere near on time when Dean’s out of town. (Not because I’m partying; more like trying to unwind from more-intense-than-usual parenting all day.) Then one night she woke up at midnight and wouldn’t go back to sleep for two hours no matter what I tried. That was another time I was glad for Skype, so I could show Dean what I was going through. (By the way, I know there are many women whose husbands travel a lot more than mine does–but that doesn’t mean I don’t hate it when he’s away.)
Last night I told Dean I did love having the garage to myself. Normally we park two cars in our barely-big-enough garage, but when he travels he parks his car in long-term parking after he drives to the airport.
I’ve been learning how to make silk flower hair clips, and driving all around town to dollar stores to find good silk flowers, so we can make the clips at our ward’s so-called “Super Saturday” (a Relief Society event dedicated to making stuff.) That last post with the photo of the big flower on top of Rose’s head was a joke because my sister makes fun of moms putting huge flowers on their babies. Not that I wouldn’t put a flower on Hazel, but it would probably be smaller and clipped to a headband and more to the side of her head, not clipped right into her one tuft of hair at the crown of her head. Next I’m going to try dressing Hazel in a paper bag; I bet she’ll look beautiful.
Well, my brain just drifted off so I’ll take that as my cue to end this post (’cause if I wait for myself to get to the point, my fruit leather will all be dried and I’ll still be sitting here, staring at the screen.)