Things I do not like about the new blogger:
1. The font size gets all wonky no matter how you set it.
2. The pictures aren't the right size. (This could be my fault.)
3. Unless you do the shift-return thing, it's gonna double-space you. At least part of the time.
4. I guess that's all.
All righty then. Update on the jelly.
It's not jelly. It's not even syrup. And if I want to save any of the efforts that have gone into picking, mashing, stirring, cooking, and sterilizing, I need to pour all of the purple juice from their jars, wash and re-sterilize the jars, and boil and boil and boil the purple juice with more Sure Jell and possibly more sugar and then pour it all back into jars when it has (hopefully) thickened and put them all back in the canner.
But why not? What else have I got to do?
Today's been a rough one for me. Feeling low and useless. My walk didn't help. Hanging clothes on the line didn't help. Watering plants in the garden didn't help. Sweeping and mopping (twice!) the kitchen and bathroom didn't help. The lingering smell of Fabuloso and white vinegar which I usually love isn't helping. I made a roux for gumbo. Not helping. I've got bread rising. Not helping. I gathered I don't even know how many eggs. No help whatsoever. I did the Monday Washington Post crossword in nine minutes. Guess what?
This picture that Lily sent helps a little though.
That's a picture of my May that her friend Django Bohren took when she was eighteen years old and a student at New College in Sarasota. Dear god, what a beauty. And you know what? She is every bit as beautiful now as she was then, only more so because of everything she's been through, everything she's learned and loved.