Apple Crisp, Anyone?
Sep. 20th, 2011 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Had my hair chopped off today. I thought it was going to be about 5 - 6 inches (12.7 - 15.4 cm) to take it from the middle of my shoulder blades to my hair/jaw line, but it ended up being 8 inches (20.3 cm). Yay short hair again!
Then I went and picked apples at a new-to-me orchard. Which I will probably elaborate on tomorrow, but I am wiped out at the moment. A while ago I was thinking that I should really go running, but man am I tired, and all I did was get my hair cut and pick apples, yeah? It was a longer drive, sure, but...
Then I weighed the apples I brought home.
Turns out there's 170 pounds (77.1 kg) of apples on my table, along with the 6 gallons of cider in the outside fridge and when you factor in the driving and the sun and, oh, that's why I'm tired. (To be fair, I only picked about 109 pounds - 49.4 kg - off the trees. The rest came pre-picked, but they all had to be moved to the car and then inside, in varying increments. Then there was a bag that had its handle break, so there was apple chasing, too.)
I've been pondering D's reaction when he arrives home to our latest fruit acquisition. I've concluded that I really shouldn't be allowed to go apple/peach/pear picking unsupervised and, if he doesn't know that by now, then he hasn't been paying any attention. So, obviously, this is his fault.
Then I went and picked apples at a new-to-me orchard. Which I will probably elaborate on tomorrow, but I am wiped out at the moment. A while ago I was thinking that I should really go running, but man am I tired, and all I did was get my hair cut and pick apples, yeah? It was a longer drive, sure, but...
Then I weighed the apples I brought home.
Turns out there's 170 pounds (77.1 kg) of apples on my table, along with the 6 gallons of cider in the outside fridge and when you factor in the driving and the sun and, oh, that's why I'm tired. (To be fair, I only picked about 109 pounds - 49.4 kg - off the trees. The rest came pre-picked, but they all had to be moved to the car and then inside, in varying increments. Then there was a bag that had its handle break, so there was apple chasing, too.)
I've been pondering D's reaction when he arrives home to our latest fruit acquisition. I've concluded that I really shouldn't be allowed to go apple/peach/pear picking unsupervised and, if he doesn't know that by now, then he hasn't been paying any attention. So, obviously, this is his fault.