We had cookout plans with friends on Sunday afternoon. An hour before we were supposed to gather, the skies darkened and the rain began to fall. Happily, the plans shifted and Shay, Scott and I ended up eating burgers and hot dogs at Jamie and Scott’s.

We spent the evening around their dining room table, talking about their soon to expand family (child #2 is due on Friday), tv shows from the eighties and the length of time we’ve all known one another. Ivy serenaded us like youngest child in The Sound of Music as she scooted up the stairs to bed.

It was a good night.

Saturday morning, I woke up, glanced at the clock and saw that it read 8:15 am. I had that rush of adrenaline that shoots through you when you realize you’re running late and need to have been in the shower ten minutes ago. And then. I realized it was the weekend. Joy.

I snuggled back down for another 45 minutes, before getting up to head out to Mood’s Farm Market to pick blackberries with Shay. After filling our bins, we sat in the shade for nearly an hour, delighting in the breeze and the dappled effect that the overhead leaves gave the sunshine.

When I got home, I cobbled together some enormously delicious breakfast burritos (despite the fact that we were on the far side of lunchtime). I really couldn’t ask for a better Saturday than that.

Prepping a salad for a potluck with my church auction committee friends. Gave my salad bowl a good oiling before heaping the veg inside. I got that bowl at the bins* in Portland about seven years ago. It cost what it weighs, so it was just a buck or two. Best thing I ever got there.

*The bins is the as-is Goodwill, where everything is splayed out on big tables and is sold by the pound.

On my way back to work from the press preview for Seeing ‘The Gross Clinic’ Anew, I took a moment to gaze up at the Joan of Arc statue across from the Art Museum. Sure it shiny against that blue sky.

Scott’s third book arrived tonight! If you want to learn more about using TypePad (the book is both informative and written in Scott’s most helpful and entertaining tone), you can buy it here.
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I woke up this morning with a funky tummy. A little achy, a bit queasy and totally hungry. I thought for sure it was a combination of the tale-end of my period and a body ready for breakfast. But even after cantaloupe and a piece of toast, it wasn’t feeling better. But I went to work anyway. After lunch, it just got worse. Around 3:30 pm, I surrendered and headed home.

Upon collapsing into bed, this was the light in the room. It makes me a little sad that I miss this each afternoon.

I’ve never been much for ice cubes. I’ve always had smaller freezers, and that precious real estate was reserved for food, not frozen water. Except, during these sticky, desperately hot Philadelphia summer days, I craved iced coffee, water, tea. I’ve been filling and refilling two small silicone trays, each day making ice to keep me sane.

Well hello, corn season. I am delighted that you are here!

Walking home from 30th Street Station tonight, the sky was so blue and the moon, a perfect crescent.

After work, I met a friend for drinks, where we spent two hours talking about canning, seasonal food and blogging. My kind of evening. On my way home, I contemplated getting gelato, but opted instead of homemade salsa and a handful of tortilla chips.