We have spent most of this weekend discussing our budget. Bleah.
I mean, everybody has to do it, but it's not very much fun, right? School is starting up and there are expenses to be considered, grocery prices are rising and gas ain't gettin' any cheaper, blah, blah, blah.
But we have found that we need to budget our time as well. We are definitely a busy family. People ask me often how we "do it all" and I have to just shake my head and reply that really, we don't. We do lots of things, but there are other things that we don't do, and for the most part, it works out to make us about as busy as the average family-of-four-with-a-dog-and-a-mortgage.
The schedule (and the budget, honestly) look a little scary on paper. When it came down to buying groceries this week, I really felt pinched. It was mostly psychological, I guess, but with dollar signs on the brain, you start looking for ways to be even more frugal than before.
And with recovery from last week on the brain as well (the car's problem is the transmission - as in, it needs one - and we all had some sort of flu which we are not quite over yet), I was looking for comfort.
Comfort and frugality.
Peaches are in season.
"In season" means super-cheap.
So, tonight, we are having peach pie.
It was so soothing to stand barefoot in the kitchen, wearing a cheery apron, peeling peach fuzz and rolling out pie crust.
It's soothing to smell it baking in the oven, cinnamon wafting through the air, hinting at the change of season that will be upon us sooner than we can fathom.
Maybe it was not so soothing, though, to be stuck with that Presidents of the United States of America song looping through my head...millions of peaches, peaches for me; millions of peaches, peaches for free...
As it is, though, peaches make me pretty happy - songs or no songs.
Know what else makes me happy? This picture:
This is Emma and Winnipeg. My friend Allison sent me a few pictures in the mail this week (along with my makeup bag that I left at her house - we can all understand that, with the flu and a broken car and no makeup, I looked rather a mess last week, can't we?) that she took during our Artists' Retreat.
Those two are both wearing The Face of Pure Joy.
I'll probably be wearing that same face when I get to eat my piece of pie.