I've been a bad blogger. Almost non-existent. I also have been a bad blog follower so just a minute ago I signed in and went to my dashboard to see what everyone has been up to and when I scrolled down there was a message saying, "You are not currently following any blogs." Ack!
Now what do I do? I guess I follow the "comments" section on my posts to people's blogs. But so many blogs I follow don't follow me. Ack, does not fully tell how I feel about this.
I've been making jam all evening. (Normal people make jam in the morning, when it's cool. I seem to be sleeping then.) I had on a white-starched-and-ironed shirt. I put an apron on--the ever so cute one Annette made for me. Then I pitted four thousand marble-sized golden plums. Okay, they weren't actually marble size but they were shooter-sized. Bouncy-ball-sized would be an exaggeration. I added mixed berries to the plums and it made the most glorious, ruby-red jam--tasty too. I have made three batches so far...15 pints and one quart. Tomorrow I will continue but my son, the one with the marble-plum tree, will have to bring me some more. Are you reading this Taylor? More plums, please.
Phil was eating ice cream so I gave him a custard cup and asked him to give me some too. I put jam on top and with the very first spoonful I dropped wonderfully ruby-red jam in between the apron and the perfect white shirt. Which now wasn't.
I love texting. You can ask a question and get an answer and not have to spend 20 minutes on the phone. I am not a fast texter. And one of the reasons is because things are in different places on the phone. The letters are the same but the question marks, dashes, parenthesise, even periods and commas are somewhere else. Now, when I type on the computer I have to look every stinking time to see where things are.
I tell you, it's enough to hark a dog.