So, I finally did it.....I started my first post to the BaPPH blog. Yippie-skippie!!On to the second first of this momentous blog post. Here was Robin this morning, ready for anything the pharmaceutical world could throw at her (notice the thrown prescription bottle-dodging flip-flops).
Looking good Dr. Jamison! Melanie, you're welcome.I had the wonderful opportunity to drive her to school and drop her off for her first day of class. I loved it, as well as The Pie pizza we ate for lunch. I will let Robin share her experience about the rest of this HUGE first (the school, not the pizza), as well as her first cutting-edge technological gadgetry purchase. (that's a thing, right?)-Evan
Nope, absolutely not. Congrats to Mark and Michelle!
More to come...
Here's a memory for you. When I was growing up our next door neighbor was learning how to play the drums. He was VERY dedicated to his practicing. We could hear him from inside our house with all doors and windows closed, even down in the basement. He practiced non-stop. He practiced everyday, all day. Why am I remembering this? Because we have a new neighbor across the cul-de-sac that has been banging on his drums since he moved in a few weeks ago...nonstop, everyday, all day.
Update: It has stopped!! I don't know for how long, but I'm going to enjoy the silence!
What an alliteration!
I just spent the afternoon making plum leather and plum jam, which reminded me of all the times I helped my mom when she was canning. Even with as much as I helped her every year, I took it for granted that we always had an entire storage room of delicious foods. Jams, jellies, cherries, peaches, pears, applesauce, grape juice, apricots, green beans, tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes...and more tomatoes! Being a school teacher gave my mom the luxury of having the summers off, but that hardly meant that summers were a vacation. She spent all summer long tending to her garden and then picking and preserving what came out of it, plus much, much more. (Totally random side note, I also took for granted that we lived just minutes away from the best fruit stands in Utah. I thought every county in Utah had an entire highway lined with amazing produce!) So today, as Evan and I pitted and mashed plums together, I kept thinking of how all those years helping my mom had prepared me for a day just like today.
By the way, it's too soon to tell if those skills really sunk in. I'm feeling pretty good so far about the fruit leather-it should be dry in the morning. And the jam...well, the jam isn't looking so hot. I may have to try again in the morning.
