Thursday, January 15, 2015

Better late than...

It's another late-themed blog post.  It doesn't bode well for 2015 that everything I'm doing is late.  Or maybe, another way to look at it is that 2015 is not "the late year" but rather "the year I get shit done".  Yeah, that's better.

I've just finished the ornaments for our Christmas tree

They are little papier mache birds, painted and repainted. I think they are lovely, but then I would...I made them.

That tree that they are posing in was not our Christmas tree but rather one of the many olive trees in the Lane Olive Orchard.  Remember the Lane Olive Orchard? Of course you don't because I said in that post 2 years ago that I'd tell you more about that later.  Well, I guess now is later.... Anyway, the Lane Olive Orchard is the new collection of olive trees gifted to us by my auntie and uncle as a big thank you to David and me for hosting their daughter's wedding.  How cool is that?!  Very cool, is the correct answer.  Thank you thank you thank you to my thoughtful aunt and uncle.  You'll get the first bottle of oil, which you will probably receive on Bump and Dong's 20th wedding anniversary.*

Over the holidays we planted our fava beans (aka: broad beans.  totally delicious eaten raw with salami and a glass of red wine, also consumed raw). 

 I think we were only 2 months late in getting that job done. 

Remember when all the shelves in my pantry fell down when my parents were visiting?  Yeah, probably not because that was 3 years ago, which makes this the "better late than..." winner.  When I cleared away all the shit that had pulled down the shelves, I found one of our steps with a huge chunk broken off.  Imagine you chip one of your front teeth, say, on a beer bottle.  Then imagine that you don't go to the dentist for 3 years to get it fixed.  You don't fix it even though you see it 10 times a day when you look in the mirror, and think 'I need to fix that.' You don't take action even though you have to delicately brush it twice a day, and think 'damn, I gotta fix that'. You don't fix it even though you run your tongue over all day everyday for 3 years all the while thinking 'dentist dentist gotta go to the dentist'.  Yeah, that was our step for 3 years.  

It's a bit ridiculous that it took us so long to call the step dentist because in 2 hours it was done.
Yeah, it's a different color than the other steps but, well, it's like that chipped tooth - you can't expect the enamel filling to match your beer stained original tooth.  Nor can you expect the filler to make all your other teeth any straighter.

* we've been told that it will only take a couple of years for the trees to produce olives.  This is hard for me to believe, but then, a lot of things I don't believe actually happen.


  1. You've been busy. :) Love those steps, but love the olive trees even more. :)

  2. Sooo... In the time of an olive tree three years are nothing! Better late than never...