MMMmmmm; jam. Az, I grew up with my Nana doing the two day thing, and she very definitely used the melted paraffin method. There was even an ancient metal teapot that she used, year after year, to pour the melted paraffin onto the tops of her goodies (usually apple jelly, apple butter, plum jam, many different types of pickles and such.) I finally got around to getting jars and paraffin a couple of years ago, and they're out on the back porch, gathering dust. Shanna, what you describe sounds like it might be easier. I still would have to figure out how to boil the bottles of jam without knocking the stock pot over and causing potentially scalding mayhem in the kitchen.
I think I'll settle in and have a cuppa with some of Shanna's jam to go on some of the brown bread I brought in. Home made; it didn't rise as well as I'd have liked it to, but it's quite lovely, otherwise. I assume there's some butter at the back of the fridge? *goes to look*
Sitting here is quite comfortable, and that's important, since I've been fighting off a back spasm all day. I've also been fighting off the results of an unexpected crazy-bad cluster headache triggered when I tried doing some exercises (to loosen the back, of course) and instead managed to set off a bad nerve in my neck. It went mad, caused a bunch of muscles in my neck and shoulders to cramp and - voila! - instant cluster headache. Luckily, the cluster attack only lasted about two minutes (although from the inside, it felt like a week and a half), but it drained me for the rest of the day. And of course, the original purpose of the exercises? Yeah, still have the back spasm.
Bah. The only good thing about growing old as a couch potato is that ... well, I'm growing old. The alternative would, at the very least, make it difficult for me to post here.
Hi, Sharpie, hi, Books; welcome! (Good to have someone else who hails from Chicago, too!) Hope all the yard cleaning and weeding went well.
Az:
I've been using a trackball that BB got me for the last year or more. He got it for me because my wrists were acting up with my RA, and he figured moving a single digit, my thumb, would be better than constantly moving the wrist. I had about 24 hours of not liking it, and then fell in love with it. One of the coolest things about it is that all you have to do to clean it, is pop the ball out, and you can actually just use your finger to wipe off the small working parts, then give it a good blow to get loose dust out, and it's good to go.
In other news, y First Born and his wonderful girlfriend have finally found a good apartment; they just got accepted today, and will move into it July 1. Hurrah! Finally, after a year's worth of baby sitting his two cats (along with our three), we'll be back to having just three cats!
Oh, and I finally got the Doctor Who General Gabbery subforum that I downloaded all wrapped up in a zip file, and uploaded the zip file to my Google drive. I'll be glad to share the link with anyone who gives me their email address, so that they can access it and download it to their own hard drive if they so desire.
Now I have to think about getting another cup of RL tea and taking something else for the frakkin' back.
WyKnott, I can't believe someone would knock down so many fruit trees! That's so uncouth! Unless ... maybe they all got diseased, and had to be removed?