Night of the Living Dead

That will be me, every night, after tomorrow. After chatting up the doc, I came home and did some research on allografts. I knew they did that, but had never needed to know up front and personal much more about it. I've got a few more questions I can't quite find the answer to, but OK, I guess so.

Enough of sitting here in front of the screen, there's peaches that need to be turned into jam. Bwaa-haa-haaa!

home again

I had a lovely weekend (not). I spent most of it on a plane, flying to and from Florida (not easy from here), spending a night in a lovely resort on St. Pete's Beach. For at least a half an hour I got to walk in the water. Kind of an expensive way to get a hotel room, yes? Turns out almost 2 weeks ago I fell on my shoulder. Saturday, finally, the swelling went down I could see that my shoulders were now crooked. Sunday I managed to get the x-rays which show not only is my clavicle broken, it is completely moved apart and it just ain't gonna heal the way it is. So I get to navigate the medical system here and see what is to be done. I'm thinking I am not going to like the news. Sigh. I guess I better go wash the sea breeze out of my hair.

32 jars of jam on the wall, 32 jars of jam

The plums and 'cots have been fab this year, thanks to all the rain. In addition to 2 batches of apricot jam, 1 batch of plum jam, a batch of plum sauce with a new, improved recipe (thanks, Glen), feeding the neighbors, the co-workers, the turkeys and deer, I took almost 200 pounds of them to the local food pantry. Yum, all around!