Canning has taken over my life right now. This is okay; I like to can. I'd so much rather can than bake scrumptious desserts. Why? It's because I am never tempted to eat half boiled potatos or blanched green beans or soggy tomatoes as I ladle them into their clear hot houses of heated jars. The food, every last morsel of it, is stored away for winter consumption and looks so pretty on the shelves.
Painting for me has subsided til the food items can be dealt with. But I did stop to paint my toenails. I see my Russian grandmother when I look at my feet. I got my veiny feet from her. It is nice to think of her though. I miss her. "Nyat, Tonya. You no wear a sweater and you get cold and sick. Put it back on."
Much ado about ponatoes.
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