Measure for measure

[caddyman]

The old tempus fugit does it not? It seems like only a week since I was writing about the passing of a weekend, and here I am again.

We had, overall, a good weekend, I think. We didn’t get up to much other than play shed loads of warcraft, but that was quite fun. The bursts of heavy rain kept us out of the garden on Saturday, but at the same time, seems to hastened the ripening of the tomatoes (we have four ripe with shed loads on the way!) and the chilli peppers. Tonight I think Furtle is planning on making a huge chilli that we can freeze. I suspect that as the crop comes in, we will be trying to think of new and flavoursome ways of preserving stuff.

Operation cherry vodka has moved to phase two. We have decanted off the vodka, which seems to be separating out into a deep red-orange on top and a lighter, almost peachy orange below as it settles. The cherries, suitably steeped, have been buried in sugar and the container sealed. After only two days, the sugar is leeching the juice from them into rather interesting looking liquor that will, in due course, be decanted back into the main vodka. Then we add more sugar until osmosis has taken everything it can get from the cherries. Quite what we do with them then, I don’t know. We should have cherry vodka and a heap of desiccated, but very sweet cherries. Ideas, anyone?

There has been technical progress in restoring our wifi. I mucked about with it last night to very little avail and then used a compass to press the small recessed button on the router to restore factory settings. Et voilà! wifi: working wifi! It was still working this morning, so I am hopeful. Now if only I knew what took the router off its factory settings in the first place…?

There is a touch of a worry beginning to insinuate itself into our collective conscious. Many months ago – certainly well before last Christmas, I obtained tickets for the Moody Blues’ upcoming gig at the O2. We received them ages ago – I recall being surprised that they were being distributed so many months in advance, but now we can’t find them. We still have a month or so to search, but the beginnings of the nagging horror are there. It won’t end the world if we miss the concert, but it would be annoying and this may well be the only chance I ever get to see them. Oh well. Fingers crossed.

Finally, wandering into the darkened bedroom last night, flushed with the triumph that comes from inadvertently fixing the router, I encountered a sleepy voice in the shadows. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see an arm sticking out from under the duvet, pointing at the ceiling. A quiet, sleepy little voice asked, “are we the only people in here?” I confirmed that we were, to which the sleepy voice responded, “Good. I am just measuring.”

Thus ended the weekend.

Comments

[snorkel-maiden.livejournal.com]

The question is, what exactly was being measured? The Public Need To Know.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

It is difficult to unravel precisely how the Furtle mind works when it is awake. When she's asleep, there's no chance.

[ladkyis.livejournal.com]

You can make compost with the left overs from the cherries. They probably won't look like anything but mush when the sugar has finishedand so they can go onto the compost heap/into the compost bin and be used to nourish the tree for next year.