I should, by now, know my limits. I do, I truly do.
But some days, I feel the need to test those limits.
Today was one of those days.
I have been cleaning in the fruit room in the basement.
This is the repository of all the canned goods that I
have blissfully and lovingly set on shelves and in boxes.
All to carry our family through the next great famine.
Sadly, some of it has been sitting there for more years
that I care to count. This spoils are spoiled or well past
the prime "use by" date. I have a rough estimate of the
number of jars there are but will save the final total for
when I am done. I am sorting according to jars. If they
are the thin glass jars from mayonnaise or spaghetti
sauce, they are tossed without opening, washing or
recycling. If they carry a brand name and are the heavy
weight jars, they will be opened, emptied and then sold
at a rummage sale. It seems wasteful but the sheer volume
of recycled peanut butter jars gives me pause. I would say
that only 1/3 of the jars fall into this category. The "good"
jars will be sold and the proceeds will benefit our local
museum. I will save plenty of details for future blogs.
That filled my morning and this afternoon, I trimmed our
yard and DS's, dug and planted the flowerbeds and have
logged over 17K of steps. Just waiting for the grill to be
started and then throw the steaks on with the fresh
asparagus and coordinate the finish time with the cheesy
Parmesan potatoes in the oven.
Have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend. Chances are
you will not see or hear much of me but I will