Holy crap. Christmas

Aw crap. Christmas is coming. My plans to make lots of things for lots of people for Christmas this year sort of went to hell.
The doctors and I have been playing brain pill roulette for weeks now trying to find the right combination of brain pills and sleeping pills. It’s hard to be productive when much of your time is spent wanting to puke, cry, sleep or jump off the Ford bridge. Exacerbating the issue is, of course, the loss of Ghengis. Even in the best of times, losing my special little fella would have made me want to puke, cry, sleep and jump off the Ford bridge.
Suffice to say, it’s been immensely hard to concentrate and that’s been frustrating.
Alex has been making homemade jams and it got me thinking and I might just be motivated to get some canning done. Flipping through my recipes, I’ve settled on some jams, some pickles, mustards and fruit relishes. Between that and pumping out a few scarves, I think maybe I can get some gifts together.
hmmm, maybe I’ll go up to my mom’s for a weekend and she and I can spend a weekend together canning. She’s a billion times more organized than I am! Hey mom! you reading this? Wouldn’t you LOVE to spend an entire weekend with me making a mess of your kitchen? You have a dishwasher, right?

3 thoughts on “Holy crap. Christmas

  1. Love to! Plan on the weekend of the 16-17th. Your grandfather can wield the knives, cutting things into bitseys. The guys can walk the dogs and work on the train set. We’ll put on Christmas music, watch John Wayne movies, and call it very good.

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