Bug and I finally made it out to the sticks to take advantage of my parents over-achieving gardening skills this summer. My parents have a HUGE over-grown garden that is producing tomatoes like a factory. Their nectarine tree is literally breaking it’s branches to hold all the nectarines it grew and of course there are grapefruits coming out their ears. This winter’s heavy rain probably had something to do with the bumper crop but the rest is all my parents and their giant green thumbs. They also may have an alergy to staying inside. Let’s just say my mom’s approach to housework is to close the door and garden instead. I should make her a shirt that says that.
I love taking the kids to The Sticks but we haven’t been much this summer because it’s been hard to leave our perfect 70-degree weather to go hang out in the 102 degrees of blazing heat that is The Sticks. We have a big olympic-sized pool in our community. My parents have a tiny above-ground pool that sits in the sun and promises a darker tan in three minutes. And that’s not a good thing.
I can’t even take the dogs with me which is sad because the dogs LOVE The Sticks even more than the kids! But I feel horrible taking them out to that heat no matter how much they love exploring the wonderland of dangers that is my parent’s foxtail-infested half-acre yard and the twenty-seven cats they get to chase.
Cody is not allowed in their pool because his hair would clog the filter in about a minute. It would just be mean to take them on a long hot car ride just to tell them they couldn’t swim. You know how Cody is. He is a SWIMMING DOG.
So Bug and I decided to tough out the heat on our own and it was totally worth it! (Like you knew it would be of course.) I love visiting with my parents. We hide out in the cool of their mobile home, chatting away in the living room. The drapes are drawn to keep it cool and the swamp cooler blows that soft cool air that reminds me of my childhood. Bug takes quick breaks to run outside and visit her old friends, the many kittens who have now grown up into lanky cats.
I love that Bug and I have The Sticks as a big part of who we are. We are both sentimental about it in a way that bonds us deeply.
I almost forgot the one funny thing that happened while we were out there! We found Mongolian Grill! I can’t even believe it myself because usually eating out in The Sticks is limited to horrible chains with 2000 calorie entrees or fast food. It really is Walmart Culture at it’s worst and everywhere you look are depressing choices. So you can imagine my surprise when I opened my Yelp app and I found a whole underground of Asian food in The Sticks that I had no idea existed! Why didn’t I discover this sooner! I even made my Dad try it and he loved it! Sticks WIN!
We came back home from The Sticks with a giant bag of nectarines which were about to go bad in a day so you know what that means: PIE. Except I forgot that they are super maximus juicy and I should have added gelatin or five tablespoons of flour or something to my pie when I made it because my beautiful pie turned out to pretty much be cooked fruit soup with a crust.
Mmm… soup. Sadly, I left the pie out on the counter too long and fruit flies got it. That’s what happens when people are on stupid diets and things don’t get eaten fast enough. Sigh.
Maybe the pie didn’t get eaten because some people like to spend all their time in the garage and they forget to eat. Harumph. Jealous much? Yeah. I am.
As you can see, Payam has finished his workshop in the garage and it’s pretty cool! I’m sure he’ll keep tweaking it and getting it more and more just right but I have to say it is very cool and yes, I am jealous. Good thing he lets me come hang out here and I’m even trying my hand at creating some of my own wood things. Power tools are fun!
They are also scary. I’ve been customizing Payam’s work bench with illustrations and reminders not to cut himself. He’s on blood thinners after his recent heart surgery so I’m pretty much visualizing gushing limbs on a regular basis because I’m fun like that.
You know what else is fun? My laundry room! I love my laundry room/craft cabinet corridor that sits on the other side of Payam’s shop. It’s like my own personal Diagon Alley.
You laugh but really it is awesome. I look at this and smile as memories flood me from all my past laundry rooms… All those days of schlepping laundry to a laundromat in the next town over. Doing so many loads with a baby hanging off my hip. Watching the loads go round while my baby napped in a wire cart. All those playdates at drug dealer park… I love this room, torn linoleum and all. It even has a man-cave refrigerator in it, covered in stickers! Care for an ice-cold soda in a glass bottle while you hang those wet swimming suits? Don’t mind if I do!
Sounds like many slivers of heaven. Happy Summer!
Aww…your laundry room/craft cabinet makes me think of MY old garage laundry/craft corner that you set up for me all those years ago! I should have Elliora paint you some custom art to hang up there. :’)
I just love this post. Please never stop blogging!
Another very happy post about being happyhappy! I just love where you are right now.
I’m enjoying your Summer update. So good that Bug loves the sticks too, you’re making great memories together. Payam’s wood shop looks wonderful organised and I love that red door. I presume you painted it?
I can imagine the divine smell of the nectarines in your parents garden, I envisage you’re parents place to be full of loaded fruit baring trees and rows upon rows of vegetables like corn on the cob and squashes. I delight in the fruit and veg crops of the farm in Wales. Mainly it’s naturally U.K. based fruit and veg growing here, but we have a fig tree and a peach tree which gave us a great crop this year. I made a peach cobbler off the cuff without looking up a recipe, rookie mistake I didn’t anticipate how much the fruit would cook down to mush so it was mostly cobbler.
After the wedding I’ll get busy with the apple and fig picking, its still so unique to me I’m very enthusiastic. Looking forward to seeing you soon. xxxx
P.s. I love the little fire breathing dragon drawn on the table. The dragon is on the flag of Wales and when I was teaching in Sri Lanka I taught my children how to draw them. When I next come and visit may I draw a dragon on the table too?
Also I heartily agree with the notice about not being a blood gusher. No thank you xx