Psychedelic eggplant, remorse

I’m burning (literally, on my gas burners) eggplants right now for this dish I’m making tonight; the eggplants are the lightish purple ones in the picture of yesterday’s farmers market goods. Anyway, they are positively psychedelic, don’t you think?  Mardi Gras colors to the extreme- very cool!
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Had a great evening with the boys. Jack said another of his funny mispronunciations- nibble for “nipple.” Isn’t that one cute? Anyway, he was in hog’s heaven watching the deck crew today as they had the biggest saw ever out and were going to town with it. The foreman is so nice to both kids, especially to Jack who asks many questions but is truly interested in the answers. He now has a sizable wood block collection, and we’ve been making sculptures. I think a recent babysitter was a bit taken aback by the fact that Jack was using a real hammer and nails to construct said sculptures, but he’s very careful. Unlike Oliver who fell down the stairs for the second time today. He’s got a shiner from the first tumble. It really doesn’t seem to phase him though.
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The kindness of the deck crew is the source of my remorse. Due to weather and traffic and god knows what else, they often show up much later than expected, and I’m never sure if they’re coming. When they do, they work really hard and they’re doing a great job but this morning, they were nearly 3 hours late (note to self: assume this from now on) but actually (for the first time) called to let me know. I was pretty testy about it all to be frank and spent all afternoon finding the right time to apologize. Which I did in spades. I still feel badly though. Ugh.