Dog Days of August

Someone -- who shall remain nameless but let the record show that she has no blog of her own -- has taken me to task for a week of no blogging!  I told her it's August, and everything slows down.  She didn't buy it.

This past week was the penultimate week of Summer Hours at school.  After next week, we return to our regularly scheduled 8-4:30.  So I've relished my afternoons this past week.  I  made more belts.  I worked on my Schnibble/Schnobble.  I finished a teensy weensy project (noticing that spell-check flags "teensy" but lets "weensy" slide), more about which later.

One afternoon after I came home, we drove down to Cape May, walked on the mall for a bit, had a scrumptious dinner at our favorite restaurant and drove back home.  It was a lot of driving.  But a memorable dinner and evening.

Been playing too much Scrabble on Facebook with a bunch of very intelligent people.  Tried a couple of new recipes.  Made old favorite peach cobbler this morning.  Recipe here for those so inclined.

It's August.  Last year I remember researching the origins of "dog days."  What I found wasn't impressive enough to remember.  But somehow, that seems perfectly fine..