Who Buys 18 Pounds Of Celery?
Me, that's who. In my desperate bid to blanch and freeze enough locally grown celery to get me through to the next celery season (which is when, by the way?) I bought the only celery I could find at the Hillsdale farmer's market. It's not difficult to process but never the less, it takes time, and of all the food processing projects I've done this year, this one is the most tedious. I'll be happy I did it though when in two months there is nary a celery stalk to be found.I got it done though. In fact, I got a lot done yesterday. That's what happens when you rip the computer cords out of your veins and turn the screen off.
Have I ever mentioned how much my boy looks forward to his birthday every year? The excitement begins the day after his birthday with conversations like "You know what I want for my next birthday?" Then he checks with us every three weeks to see how soon his birthday will be. He likes parties. Big parties with lots of presents and excitement. I don't have to tell anyone here how much I love throwing parties, right? How much I look forward to inviting hundreds of shrieking children into my domicile to ransack the place. I mean, it's great. Super. A total thrill. Sydney Bristow's got nothing on me when it comes to thrills.Normally I refuse to conduct games in my house. Party games especially. But Max doesn't have a lot of friends here in Oregon like he did in California. All I had to do down there was invite tons of children, feed them a constant stream of sugar and shove them outside to explode their energy away from my head, then feed all the parents beer and wine so that they wouldn't notice I'd just ruined their children with sugar. It worked out well. With very few kids to invite and it being probable that they won't all come, I figured I better step it up a little and provide something fun for them to do. Something memorable for Max.
So I'm throwing a treasure hunt. I'm not going to buy party favors, I'm going to make them. Little muslin bags with cookies and little notebooks they can decorate afterwards. Doesn't that sound precious? Doesn't it sound like it came right out of Martha Stewart magazine? And yet, I thought it up all by myself.
I was going to have a spy party but realized that some of the children who are invited aren't encouraged to play with toy guns and to wreak destruction on villains. So I thought a treasure hunt couldn't possibly be objectionable to the younger set. What kid doesn't like a treasure hunt?
Well, I didn't when I was a kid, but you can't judge normal kid behavior by me.
So anyway, I made Max's invitations yesterday and actually sent them out. Now I only have to sit around and worry that no one will be able to come.
Which I don't have time for actually. I have to get going now because I'm submitting an article to an online craft blog and must do the writing today. The last time I submitted things to other publications it didn't go anywhere, but you can't stop trying to do what you were meant to do just because some people out there don't see it. I submitted something for that apron book and got accepted...so it's time to put myself out there again. If I don't get accepted, I will publish it here.
Wish me luck and I'll see you tomorrow!
