Tonight is a different kind of post. You see, my Granddad passed away on October 31, 2016. He was 86. We laid him to rest today, and I can’t finish out the day without writing down at least some of my memories. I worry so much that they will fade with time, so I appreciate the Internet being a venue where I can write them down and look back on them to help me remember.
It’s officially September.
This means several important things.
A.) The first sickness of the schoolyear is over. They got me early. I was hacking and coughing by the middle of week two. So I didn’t bake for a while until I got over it. Plus, I didn’t feel like baking. Weird, right?
B.) I’m over that! This week, I got the fire in me again. But a nice, pleasant, smouldering little fire like you might have on a chilly, rainy, late-summer afternoon. This weekend, I’m making things because I want to.
C.) I’m a tad overemotional. I was flipping through one of my favorite blogs, The Little Library Cafe, and I came across this blog post: Currant Buns: The Tale of Peter Rabbit.
It’s back to school time! Be still my beating heart.
Actually, I’m excited in many ways. I had to move classrooms because our school is adding another grade level, but that was surprisingly positive. My new classroom is fresh and organized and clean, and I have three (THREE!) windows — that you can actually see out of! There’s so much natural light in my classroom! Previously, I had one big window, which let in plenty of light but not much scenery. Now I get both! I just have to watch out for obnoxious 8th and 9th graders on Friday afternoon. I can just imagine pimply little faces pressed to my window. Guh. Oh well, it’s their way of showing they care. Weirdos.
Summer is by far my favorite season here in Flagstaff. The weather is practically perfect, I have most of it off or easy, everything is green and gorgeous, and monsoon season is enchanting.
One of the strange things about summer is that even though I have all this extra time, it’s so hot that turning on the oven to do some baking sounds really unpleasant. Besides that, I usually give most of my baked goods to my coworkers. Without them, it’s up to me and my husband, essentially, to eat all of my treats. Believe it or not, we’re kind of terrible at that.
It finally happened! I got a cookie jar! I’ve been waiting very, very patiently (I promise!) to get a cookie jar that I really, really wanted. I’ve seen foxes, owls, I wish I’d seen a robot, and none of them seemed quite right. Today, I found it. A honeybee cookie jar. It reminds me of Winnie-the-Pooh. Dear old Winnie’s always getting into something he shouldn’t, namely the hunny pot. Isn’t a cookie jar the same thing, essentially?