Liz at Field and Fen wondered what a snapshot of my life would look like.  This is what it looks like.  I spend a huge amount of time in my kitchen.  There is a bowl of ripe tomatoes that is waiting to be made into sauce.  I have a box and another bowl of tomatoes in the pantry ripening, and another bag of tomatoes downstairs ripening.  I'll have enough sauce to do us until next summer.

There is always a pile of paper on the island as well.  Right now it's under the tomatoes.  No matter how much I work at it, the pile remains.  The composition changes but the pile remains.

The flowers are from my birthday on the weekend, Jack picked out both bouquets for me, one with his poppa and one with his other family (which shocked me).  

My husband always leaves stuff on the island which I try to ignore but which I often just move into his office.  You can see cords and the blue thing is a handle that he 3D printed for his walking stick.

The drying tray always seems to have stuff drying in it.  There are lots of things I won't put in a dishwasher, water bottles, sippy cup, good cutlery, etc.  It only gets emptied when I have more dishes to do.

The container on the bottom right I made in pottery class to hold Jack's puffers and other crap.  There are meds on the counters that are used most days and there is a collection of meds by the paper towels that are new (for blood pressure, cholesterol, iron, and one for Jack).  If I don't leave them out, I won't see them and I will forget about them.  Out of sight, out of mind definitely applies to me.

You can also see the calendar which has everything written on it because otherwise I wouldn't remember:)

I don't mind being in the kitchen, but by the end of the day, I'm tired of it.  Sometimes it can take an hour or more to make supper, which is fine it it tastes good, but it seems like such a waste of time if the food is only meh.  I do try to make it taste good but I don't always succeed.  Tonight will be chicken fried rice, made with leftovers.

As I sit here at my desk typing I can hear pears dropping to the deck as the wind blows the tree around.  It's an ornamental pear tree. The pears aren't big enough to eat, but for some reason (I'm guessing all the rain), this year they're huge, big enough and hard enough to hurt if they hit you on the head.

I started pottery class again yesterday and we have a new instructor.  She has forty plus years of experience and she's already taught us so much we didn't know, in just one class.  I'm looking forward to learning more.

In an effort to avoid doing housework right away, I wasted half an hour looking at memes for y'all.  You're welcome:)