It’s so foggy this morning that it looks like the sun’s never going to cut through. It’s foggy and lazy, and the cats are good with that. During our Plum Day jam-making activity, a couple of the jars didn’t gel. This happens sometimes, for a few different reasons. It’s still sealed and safe, just sloshy. Some of them can be repaired, by re-boiling and adding some sugar and pectin. It’s a good foggy-morning thing to do when you don’t feel like typing. A few of them gel afterward, but those that don’t will be fantastic on ice cream. Holy cow, … Continue reading Day 91: Sun vs. Fog… Fight!
Harvesting plums is a lot of work, so today we bought some children. The price was reasonable, and included a free dog. We made them work all day, and gave them nothing at all to eat. (Unless you count the french toast breakfast we cooked for the whole crew.) The first part of the day was spent harvesting plums. > Oh no, not the plum mines! Quiet you. Back to work. No, you can’t have a ladder. One of the crew nearly started a plum fight. Once they had collected enough, the harvest had to be hauled 18 miles from … Continue reading Day 72: Plum Day
There’s a very old plum tree in our yard, which produces excellent and tasty golden plums. Last year, the tree produced so many plums that we made 80 jars of jam before we decided to stop. This year it looks like there are almost twice as many. That’s just trouble. Next weekend is Plum Day! We’re going to invite nieces and nephews over and out them to work. Today my muse and I are doing a private mini plum-day, just making a few jars from some plums which are ready. Picking the plums is easy. The tree throws them at … Continue reading Day 65: Plums and a Guitar Pick
Today I spent some time with a photographer and philosopher named Gary. We held detailed discussion of time and space and personality and causality and quantum mechanics and free will at Café Claude. This place is perfectly hidden, and has excellent food and live music. If you’re up to no good, it’s just what you’re looking for. We talked more while walking through the city. I’m strangely attracted to this sculpture. It’s not clear whether the parking restrictions on this sign still apply. At home afterward, some digging in the dirt gave me a chance to think about what Gary … Continue reading Day 24: Plums and Paradox