Pickles!
Yesterday I finished plundering the garden for what I could, froze some things for my mom to take to her new place, helped Julia finish the move to a new apartment, and went downtown for one last night of burgers and open mic.
Nobody thinks you are being literal when it's 1am and the last set is wrapping up and you say "We're gonna go back to my place, drink some coffee, listen to folk music and pickle." "Wait, what exactly do you mean when you say pickle??" "You know, cucumbers, jars, brine." "Seriously?" "Heh, yeah!"
By the by, don't drink the vinegar.
Lately, things have been pretty rough with a stressed out family prone to arguments, undoing a household. However, I get by with a little help from my friends. In the middle of the yuckiness, I've laughed 'til I've hurt enough to make up for it.
This extended weekend is the move out, a short move in with Jess and another move into our new Dordt apartment. I am very ambivalent.