Wildfires, Apples, and Dishes

Time for another post, Since it’s been quite a while since my last one. I have a goal to actually start blogging regularly, but I’ve got a confession to make. I’m kind of addicted to breaking things.

But…We’re up and running again, after picking the brain of my brother-in-law who is good with computers for numerous hours and then finally resorting to good old Fiverr again to fix my woes, I once again have a working website.

No excuses not to blog, now, right?

Well…Except all the thousands of excuses other than a broken website. I could list them. But then this blog would be a post about nothing but a list of excuses.

I still feel like I’m trying to get the hang of blogging, so please bear with me if I sound a little rambling on my first few posts. Trust me. I’ll get better.

I’ve got a few things on my mind today. Fires. (Currently there are two large wildfires burning in my area). Fresh fruit. And house cleaning.


The fires scare the crap out of me. I’m going to be honest. I mean…Yes. I realize the closest one is still several miles away. But when you wake up in the morning and your house smells like a campground, you look out the window and think there’s a storm coming but then realize it’s just the smoke…It just creeps me out. It’s not as bad as last year, when there were…what, six, or ten fires? I literally was surrounded by fire the whole summer. (And then a garage caught fire in the apartment complex we lived at. So that didn’t help.)

I have a writer’s group I enjoy attending once a month, but it’s held at a fire station. (Yes. Our writing is on fire! We thought we’d work on it somewhere safe…) And there are questions going around on the site right now as to whether or not we’re going to actually hold the meeting tomorrow night because of all the fires. I think we should. See…I’m scared of fires, but when fires threaten to come between me and my writing…I’m like, “eah…It’s just a little scorched earth…Don’t worry about it! Let’s just write!!!”

Of course if it were a fruit orchard being burned to the ground, I might have to put my writing on hold for that.

Because…I love fresh fruit.


Still, I have to ask myself, Why do I do this to myself every year? Some friend mentions that they’re going to buy a bunch of fruit, and, hey! would I like to pitch in and get a box or two? Sure! Peaches, apples, pears? Sounds yummy.

And then here come a bunch of big boxes of fruit and I realize. Oh, yeah. I signed up to preserve this stuff.

My family loves dried fruit, so out comes the dehydrator. Lemon juice, sticky fingers. And when you do peaches, you have to do peach stone jelly. It’s like…a law. (according to my grandmother, at least.) So out comes the boxes of pectin, the three pounds of sugar, the canning bottles and water bath. By that time my kitchen is a disaster, which brings me to my last thought…

House cleaning. Sometimes I feel like I load the dishwasher and unload it. Load the dishwasher again and unload it. Do it yet again and look at my poor sink and the thing is overflowing with dirty dishes. When Did I Get So Many Dishes? It’s the same with clothes, but I really do have too many of those.


Okay. This post was more a train of thought post than anything. But I do promise to get better. I’m working on it. What about you? Do wildfires scare you? Do you always get bullied into buying fresh fruit this time of year? Do your dishes participate in a mud wrestling competition while you’re not watching?

Have fun, and enjoy the writing.

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