Monday, August 1, 2016
only one Granny Camp this year
We finally got a good rain a week ago last Sunday and then again on Monday night and Tuesday morning. About 6” in all. Which was really nice as it's been since before I left for Scotland that we've had any to speak of. Cooled things down a bit for a short-lived day. We're in the Dog Days now. It's currently 91˚, heat index 101˚ and it's supposed to get up to 97˚ today. The Dog Days don't usually make themselves known til mid-August.
Last week Robin, the youngest grandgirl, was here for her week, the only Granny Camp of the year. The week just flew by. Neither of us could believe it was already time to return her home yesterday. As mentioned in my last post, I was very lax in taking pictures.
Monday we did the grocery shop and just hung around the rest of the day. She's 15 this year and this is the first year since she was little that she didn't sleep til noon or 2 PM every day. She was up every morning before 8 AM and went to bed early every evening, trying to maintain her school sleep schedule.
Tuesday is the day we went to take a closer look at the bottle tree that I mentioned in my previous post. Wednesday we went to see The Legend Of Tarzan which we both enjoyed. Besides all those nearly naked gorgeous men, it has always been a favorite story of mine and I watched all the Tarzan movies as a kid.
After the movie we went to the lumber yard to get the wood for our driveway bottle tree guardian then to yoga (no picture) and Thursday we worked on it with help from Marc. Robin worked the drill press (and again I did not think to get a picture) until she had had enough. We got all the holes for the bottle necks drilled in the 4”x4” and I drew the pattern on the metal for the 'wings' and the cross pieces of wood but they haven't been cut out yet.
And we made a pie.
Robin had looked up recipes and picked out a lemon cheesecake pie which, once baked, had to cool completely and then chill for 4 to 5 hours so it was Friday before we actually ate any of it. She took one bite, got up and spit it out, and said it was the nastiest thing she had ever put in her mouth. Marc and I had some and it tasted fine to us, not like a cheesecake exactly but it wasn't a cheesecake but a cheesecake pie. Having never made one before or even tasted one before I have no idea what it was supposed to taste like.
Friday we went to an estate sale and then did the shops in Wharton keeping our eyes out for suitable pieces for the plate flower 'head' for the totem.
Saturday I worked all day at the antique store and that evening we made the plate flower.
Sunday we headed out to Glen Flora again to go to our favorite re-sale shop where Robin got a slinky black dress for $5
and the antique Emporium next door where I found another antique glass shade for the ceiling fan.
Then it was time to take her home and meet up with the twins for our outing. More on that next post.