Noah had strawberry shortcake for breakfast. I FAIL as a responsible mom.

Pfft. There were strawberries, weren't there?

Sara is drinking coffee right now.

I like just about any fruit hot off the tree (or vine or whatever) better than refrigerated. And room temperature better than chilled. I don't know if there is actual reason for that or not.

I don't know if there is actual reason for that or not.

Sweet things tend to taste sweeter when room temp than when chilled, so maybe that's it?

There's a pick your own strawberries place on the road to my (fingers crossed) new house.

And room temperature better than chilled.

I like apples and pears chilled much more than room temp. I've had very little temperate fruit right off the vine, but refrigerated mango just seems like...no, don't do that. I branched out (har) a little bit to see if I could buy mangoes here, but my first experiment was such a resounding failure I'm not sure it's worth the emotions (because I have those with mangoes, sue me) and the expense.

I just had fresh strawberries on homemade waffles.

This weekend I have promised me oatmeal pancakes. It's a horrible waste, though, since even when I make the least (one egg's worth) there's too much left over and storing either batter or completed pancakes is just not up to snuff another morning's worth. Same with my favourite waffles, although I have not modified those for low gly yet.

Clearly I need breakfast visitors.

Okay, oatmeal is in second and final stage of cooking, tea is brewing, kitchen is tidier than it was this morning. Time to go back to sleep, clearly.

Fruit is better eaten, imo, as close to the picking as possible. Since not usually possible anymore, I just want it not-chilled. If I buy too much fruit and stick it in the fridge for later, later never comes, I don't eat it, and one day I realize I have mold. So now, when I want fruit, I just drive to grocery and get what I want at that moment. Which is only feasible because I'm a five-minute pleasant drive from the grocery and go there about every two days anyway.

My life works better when I get up around 6am. It's hard to convince myself of that, though, when it's 6am and I want to sleep some more. Especially if I don't get to bed before midnight, which I rarely do.

Yesterday my friend C. wanted to take a walk in the park before we went to dinner and movie. This blew my mind; I've never had a friend who exercised for pleasure before. But I went with her, and I was happily surprised to find that I had no trouble keeping up with her, and not much trouble breathing. I even went up a long flight of stairs without stopping! This treadmill thing is working out well.

you don't mind if I tell tales of your...survival to friends and family? Let me have my disordered half-belief that it can't hurt.

share away. I am thinking of turning it all into a comedy routine.

damaged property

I am sure I have...thinking about it, not sure what, but I am sure I have. Weeding may have gotten me through a few years. My nails have not survived.

I am not processing the news of the flyers mandating Jews register themselves in Ukraine or face confiscation of property and expulsion from the country. I need more information, like who the fuck is putting it up, and do they have guns?

From what I read in a New Republic article, whoever did it worked on their own. It was not done by nor backed by the government of Ukraine, and it's not being enforced. "The Donetsk Jewish community dismissed this as "a provocation," which it clearly is." Link.

Housecleaner is here. I am hiding in the dog's room trying not to think about someone else seeing my filth. Well okay, mess. But still.

Dog is eyeing me warily, concerned about this abrupt shift in routine. Every time I make a noise she tenses up and prepares to flee.