I made kumquat marmalade this morning. Wonderful how doing something that homey can fill your mind. And my mind needs to be filled. Some friends came by yesterday. They are a wonderful, caring couple. They have lovely things in their garden: kumquat trees, satsuma trees, grapefruit trees, pear trees, as well as a regular veggie garden and a host of wonderful flowers.
They brought me a bag of kumquats, satsumas and grapefruit. I immediately ate several kumquats and a couple of nice, juicy satsumas (Y-U-M to both) and thought I was going to pop. Then I decided I'd make marmalade. So I chopped up the remaining kumquats and most of the satsumas and let them soak overnight. This morning, bright and early (for me) I was up making marmalade. I hope it turns out good.
I try to keep busy. There is a business about death that must be attended to: papers to be filled out and signed, bills to take care of, people to contact, headstones to be ordered. That keeps me busy.
I try to keep busy. There is a business about death that must be attended to: papers to be filled out and signed, bills to take care of, people to contact, headstones to be ordered. That keeps me busy.
But there is also other business that goes on.
Mortgage companies do not care if you are going through an emotional crises. They must be paid. So, too, must the phone company, the power company, and other utilities. The car note still arrives along with all the other bills with no regard to what else is going on in your life. In a way, it can keep one tethered to the real world.
So, I still muddle on. And I make marmalade.
More later....
