This letter from Abigail Adams to John Adams seems particularly pertinent considering current issues: “If perticuliar care and attention is not paid to the Laidies we are determined to foment a Rebelion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any Laws in which we have no voice, or Representation.”
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An open letter to my dad from his favorite landlocked daughter
Hi there!
I know you probably won’t get this until you’re finished sailing the high seas, but I decided to write it anyway to say I hope you had a really lovely time and I don’t like it when you go on cruises because I can’t call you. Here are some calls you would’ve gotten this week if you hadn’t been on a cruise.
- How do I open the garage door when the power’s out? I think there’s supposed to be a pull-thing to disengage it, but it looks like ours doesn’t have that. Oh, never mind. The power just came back on. I’m just going to leave the door open just in case.
- I found a copycat recipe for Outback’s Alice Springs Chicken, and it’s awesome. It has bacon, honey mustard and cheese on it. Poppy even ate it! She said it’s in her Top Twenty. (Like there are 19 other foods she’ll eat.) I’ll send it to you.
- I made some sandwich rolls, and they turned out perfect. I’m thinking about opening a bakery. But I’ll only sell sandwich rolls. I’m going to call it Roll With It.
- Perry Mason and Paul Drake are coming the first weekend in May to build the fence. When are you going home?
- It’s your move on Scrabble.
I love you! Come visit some time. I can’t promise an unlimited crepe buffet, but we do have very friendly cats.
Sincerely,
Nichole
Next thing you know I’ll be raising chickens
I built a raised garden bed over the weekend. By which I mean I compiled a list of supplies and handed it over to Rockford and my nephew, who took it to Lowe’s, gathered materials and then stopped for slushies and beef jerky on the way home because they’d done “man work.” And then Rockford and my niece assembled the bed while I was enjoying a leisurely time at the craft store with Chloe Poppins.
I did, however, put all of those bags of Stuff into the finished bed, with some help from the niece and the nephew. It started snowing while we were filling the garden bed, which is internationally recognized as a sign that the garden will be bountiful. (I don’t know that that’s true. I may have made that up.)
So now I have a small garden bed — it’s 8×4 — and absolutely no clue what I’m doing. I want to grow lettuce and peppers and squash and tomatoes and strawberries and haricots vert (because I am fancy) and garlic and onions, but I recognize that my little bed isn’t big enough to hold all of that. Most likely we’ll do tomatoes, lettuce and squash this year. And then if it’s a wonderful and magical thing I’ll build another bed or two next year. In exactly the same fashion that I build this one.
