Some things are private

Why is it that some people can't understand that there are some moments that are personal and private, and not something that you want shared with perfect fucking strangers?

There is a reason we are having the wedding in Rhode Island - because, plain and simple, I don't want people there. I love you all, but this is something that I feel very strongly about - this is a private moment between D and myself, and no one else. But D wanted a wedding, and D's mother insisted that she come, and now she's having D's father take pictures that she's going to bring to the reception and show to everybody there.

She's going to show people who I don't know and will never see again the most private and personal moment that I will ever have. And I'm fucking miserable.

Pickling

This winter I'm hoping to have some pickles (in addition to tomatoes and green beans) stored away in the pantry. I did dill pickles since that's what D likes. This didn't take half as long as the tomatoes from last year did! :)

Why I love summer

What's been keeping me busy lately

So in addition to the canoe trip, and the 2008 Deep Fry/housewarming party (which I have yet to post about, but I will soon), I have had various other things to keep me busy this summer.
One thing is, of course, wedding stuff, which has yet to cease and which I'm afraid won't until long after the wedding is done. But there has also been stuff on the home front! One of the things is our new garage door - after a long, almost 2 month saga, it works and we can now park our cars in the garage! The old door was the same yellow color as the house, and the wood has warped and sagged, so we bought a shiny new white one that goes beautifully with the house:

Also, we took out the old front door (it was red and didn't really go with the house), gave it to the Re-store, and swapped in a GORGEOUS new door that I love, love, love!

Also, some of the green beans got taken over by a weird fuzzy, white mold, but what I was able to salvage became the fodder for the flagship run of my new pressure canner!

All in all, it's been a busy, but awesome, summer so far:)

No Time

"Well how many times have we rowed and thrown tantrums?
And how many times have we loaded and cocked the hammers on our verbal guns?
And how many times has crockery and cutlery and cups of tea been thrown at me?
And how many times have I thrown words back at you I knew could cut you to the bone?

Well how many times have our friends warned us against this?
And I can't remember a time when I have felt so restless
And how many times have you said 'I'm leaving you no matter what you do'?
And how many times have I thrown words back at you I knew could kill you where you stand?

How many times have we slept side by side, a thousand miles apart?
And how many times have we thought we could finish something we could never even start?
How many times have I said I love you and I hate you in the same breath?
And how many times have we tried to grab something when there was nothin'...
We got no time left at all

See I don't want to talk about it, the way you broke my heart
I hate so many things about you I wouldnt know where to start
We got no time left at all..."

~Just Jack