Early August. Does it get more summer than this?
Last weekend’s weather was glorious but this week we’re expecting some less-glorious, more summer-hot-like weather. Which means I may have taken the a.c. out of the window frame a little prematurely. Might have to reinstall it. Which is OK with me since it’s what you might call ‘normal’. Anybody remember normal anything?
Well, here’s something that’s normal. It’s berry-picking time. Each summer, Donna’s bought pints and pints of blueberries. She cleans them and puts them on a cookie sheet and freezes them. Then, when we leave, she puts them in a cooler and we drive south, looking forward to enjoying our Maine blueberries each morning in Hilton Head until early May - just before we get ready to return here.
This year’s berry harvest has been spectacular. In previous years, Donna’s gotten berries at North of the Border. This year she’s also picked her own off the wild bushes growing along our dog walking routes. Not only blues, too ... raspberries and blackberries.
While I did help Donna gather berries twice this week, I spent several days staring at my iMac screen. As usual!
I decided to replace my eight year old computer with a new one. Only problem is that Apple’s original photo processing program isn’t compatible with the new machine. That means several hours organizing the old data so that the new program can work with it,. And of course there’s the fear that pushing a wrong key can nuke years of images.
And of course, we’re staying safe. Masks and frequent hand washing. This week I wanted to go to Target in Topsham. Twice, I was on my way when I stopped and turned around. “What, are you crazy?,” I asked myself. “For a pair of pants you’re risking your life?”