Back from our "vacation" to Mr. D's homestate of Iowa. It's pretty incredible how a house looks after a 3 day absence when left in the hands of Team Testosterone and random teenage babysitters.
How wonderful are the Olympics this year? The swimming relay last night--a glorious victory--and that German woman vaulting. I adore the Olympics. The intimate personal stories, the competition, the record breaking, the expressions on the athletes' faces when they win and even sometimes when they lose. It exceeds awesomeness.
I've missed Peyton Manning. When I saw the new NFL ad with him and brother Eli, it was like going to school the first day and seeing the class clown sitting in the back row. Yessss! That's exactly how I felt when I saw Eli and Peyton playing Hungry, Hungry Hippo Saturday in an ad for the NFL.
Speaking of the NFL, some jackass is going to Packer practice and heckling Aaron Rodgers. I don't understand the sense of heckling the quarterback who has shown the most grace, dignity and maturity in the past month--to say nothing of the most LOYALTY to the team. Because he's a good sport in the face of such bad sports, I'm heading to the Packer Pro Shop and buying Team Testosterone Rodgers jerseys. Damn straight. (For the record, I've never bought the boys team jerseys before.) Go 12!
A friend, Auntie M, recommended Louise Penny to me. I love her books and am 2/3 through A Fatal Grace. I shall have to send Auntie M more caramels because I'm so grateful to her. If you love cozies, Canada, superior character development and singing description, you will love this writer's work.
Bernie Mac died. Mr. D and I used to love his show. I was especially fond of when he'd address the audience from his easy chair, cigar in hand. "America," he'd begin, and follow up with a tirade about raising kids. We'll miss him.
Fresh picked green beans steaming with butter--my favorite side dish this summer.
Besides gazpacho. August is a lovely month.