Monday, August 8, 2011

galley space

It has not been a hot sumer, here in what I think is still the mountain west.

The neighborhood fruit stand has a sign: NO TOMATOES, cold weather, wet weather. At farmers market yesterday there were some red tomatoes and they were going for $2.50 a pound, but green beans were $3.25.

We picked a couple of red tomatoes this morning, granddaughter and I. We were putting up trellis for the pole beans, something that we might have done in June. The garden got in late and the weather did not help any.

Still all is well. Miriam is snarky once in a while, but not often enough to get too annoying. Yesterday while friend David was here, she was especially rough.

When friend David came up he brought half a dozen boxes of stuff from our kitchen in Idaho. By modern standards it is a small kitchen. (I have noticed that the bigger the house, the bigger and fancier the kitchen, but no one ever cooks any more. Interesting.) But the Bus galley is a lot smaller yet.

That means a whole different method of storing. Different size containers, different everything.

Shucks, by christmas we should have it lined out pretty well.

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