roosmom
Almost Self-Reliant
I love my mother. I really do. I am beginning to kinda understand what it must be like to get old. People have a tendancy to treat you like you dont know anything, they tend to treat you like you are feeble-minded and they also tend to treat you like you are not needed.
That being said, I canned strawberry jam with my mother on Sunday, we also made a batch of plums. I was explaining to her that I have felt the urge to can and stock because this world we live in just feel like it is going down the tubes. I explained that I felt the need to make sure I was prepared when all my kids come home because of......THE CALAMITY, whatever that is, happens. I should have kept my mouth shut. My mother is a gung ho type woman, if you give her an inch she will take a mile. I wanted to be a good daughter and do something worthwhile with my mom. That is why we canned. She really enjoyed it too. She enjoyed our talk too.
I didnt sleep good last nite, I ate icecream before bed and it didnt agree with me. I wasnt able to go to sleep until about 130am. I am tired. I am feeling cranky. I am thinking of all the things I need to do. AND I still have diarrhea from the ice cream. So here is the rub....
I am at work...switchboard rings..Its my mom and she tells me that she was going to buy me a half bushel each of tomatoes and peaches for us to can this weekend. But when she got home she looked in the bag and saw that the vendor had put all tomatoes in it. So, guess what, we are doing tomatoes.
She has a whole bushel of TOMATOES. I do not even like tomatoes, I tolerate them, but they are not top of my favorite list.
I told her that I am not doing them this weekend because I try not to do work on the weekends. We will do them tonight because that is the only night I will have time. She says fine call me when you get home from work. Then to add insult to injury she tells me I need to pick up celery at the store. SHEESH, first the kid, then the chickens and now my mom. I am tired. I cant even get out a LOL. Or click on a smilie
That being said, I canned strawberry jam with my mother on Sunday, we also made a batch of plums. I was explaining to her that I have felt the urge to can and stock because this world we live in just feel like it is going down the tubes. I explained that I felt the need to make sure I was prepared when all my kids come home because of......THE CALAMITY, whatever that is, happens. I should have kept my mouth shut. My mother is a gung ho type woman, if you give her an inch she will take a mile. I wanted to be a good daughter and do something worthwhile with my mom. That is why we canned. She really enjoyed it too. She enjoyed our talk too.
I didnt sleep good last nite, I ate icecream before bed and it didnt agree with me. I wasnt able to go to sleep until about 130am. I am tired. I am feeling cranky. I am thinking of all the things I need to do. AND I still have diarrhea from the ice cream. So here is the rub....
I am at work...switchboard rings..Its my mom and she tells me that she was going to buy me a half bushel each of tomatoes and peaches for us to can this weekend. But when she got home she looked in the bag and saw that the vendor had put all tomatoes in it. So, guess what, we are doing tomatoes.
She has a whole bushel of TOMATOES. I do not even like tomatoes, I tolerate them, but they are not top of my favorite list.
I told her that I am not doing them this weekend because I try not to do work on the weekends. We will do them tonight because that is the only night I will have time. She says fine call me when you get home from work. Then to add insult to injury she tells me I need to pick up celery at the store. SHEESH, first the kid, then the chickens and now my mom. I am tired. I cant even get out a LOL. Or click on a smilie
I feel for ya 
. I mentioned I might try to paint a scene with the chickens in the yard this winter, shame on me because she has bought me three boxes of paint 
. Yeah, gotta love'em. I tell them not to, but they do anyway.
