Making Applesauce

Today, Mrs S and I set up the new red apple peeler.

We went into her lower garden with the cute little wheelbarrow, prepared to pick apples, bring them inside, peel them effectively with the aforementioned red apple peeler, and create many canned apple products.

Last year, we didn't get to partake of this ritual, with her having a wedding to prepare for, and me dealing with cancer.... so, we rubbed our hands together in glee, knowing our last day together would be spent in a productive fashion, laughing and making up jars and jars of stuff.

We walked down to the trees... to find the grass beneath them covered with fallen apples.. slimy, disgusting, nasty, rotten apples. The apple tree held around 47 apples, which would produce one jar of applesauce.

One.

I looked at her and said, "Let's go eat lunch."

We did take an apple inside and tried out the new red apple peeler, and it worked a charm. We also broke open a coconut, and ate some of it.... and I did a load of laundry.

Mascara in place, it was into Norma, top down, and off to have bar-b-que at the local place which has amazing Texas style food, served on paper plates with plastic forks and spoons.

Why waste money on cleaning up serving utensils, when you can underpay your staff and just toss everything in the trash? Who needs all those trees anyway

We decided I should focus a bit, and try and pack some of the things I need to ship back home to New York. Instead of clearing out items, I managed to find at least another box of 'must haves' to UPS out. Who can live without that cute tray that once held type and I hang on a wall filled with crap? Oh, and I really, really need the photo of my Dad and his brother. And the many items the kids made me when they were in grade school.

I don't have a bed or anything to sleep or sit on, but, by god, I have an antique coffee grinder!

In other words, I was unproductive.

We did go sit in the park, after going to Sonic and getting limeades and wondering how it was someone managed to crash into the drive through right where it says "CLEARANCE 9 FEET". We looked at the trees changing colours, and talked about finding arrow heads. We didn't cry.

We also picked up my Dad from the old house, and took him along for the ride. Mrs S forgot he was in the car, and patted the urn in the velvet bag, making a comment about my bowling ball... it was fun to see her look so shocked when she remembered it was him in there.

She seldom loses her cool.

Still, with our laid back day, I'm stuck with telling people we were going to make apple products. We found out with a big enough marker, you can sorta change the date on the old stuff to look like 2007.

When I give you a jar, don't ask questions, okay?