I feel like I have the shakes, but looking at my hands it doesn't really look like it. My right one is a wee bit wobbly, but hardly noticeable. I feel rather more tired than I think I should--after all, picking strawberries isn't that hard, even when one does have to take on some odd positions (it's rather like playing Twister, but with more dire results if you slip your position). Who says you need to do squats as an exercise? Just go wade through a five foot across 80 foot row. :)
I haven't been overly perky today anyway. I really cannot think of a what I did today (other than 1.5-2 hours picking strawberries) that really classifies as being of much use. Well...I guess I stood Grandpa up and vacuumed Grandma's floor--THAT was useful. :)
But anyway, we have strawberries everywhere. Yesterday I processed (i.e. cut up and freezer bagged) what totaled three gallons (or a little over 11 pounds) of the things. I think that tomorrow, once folks go to the Market that I will probably start in on the ones we picked yesterday...three big dishpans full. I picked two today.
I like that kind of processing work--particularly if I can listen to something or watch an old movie while doing it. Strawberries move along at a higher rate of speed when the only the ears are occupied. Even if I didn't have something for my hearing/seeing senses to occupy their time with, I would still enjoy it while telling myself a story. No, I haven't outgrown my imagination. I once had a girl tell me that she thought that the imagination got weaker as one got older. I disagree (respectfully, of course :D)...I don't think that it gets weaker, but rather I think it shifts a little. If you cultivate it, it rather gets stronger. At least, that's my take on that oh-so-interesting topic.
Some of those berries will more than likely go to market (and if they come home I will be very surprised!). Then, of course, we gals keep dipping into them as we walk by. But seriously! They need to be done since we've nearly run out of counter top! (I had set one pan on the floor but Abby the Awesome Tabby looked a little too interested in them, if you know what I mean. She is an odd cat--she eats stuff like avocado, green beans, mango...so it wouldn't surprise me if she ate strawberries.)
I wonder if I ought not go set the table. Mama is not in yet, but I believe supper is done...
I haven't been overly perky today anyway. I really cannot think of a what I did today (other than 1.5-2 hours picking strawberries) that really classifies as being of much use. Well...I guess I stood Grandpa up and vacuumed Grandma's floor--THAT was useful. :)
But anyway, we have strawberries everywhere. Yesterday I processed (i.e. cut up and freezer bagged) what totaled three gallons (or a little over 11 pounds) of the things. I think that tomorrow, once folks go to the Market that I will probably start in on the ones we picked yesterday...three big dishpans full. I picked two today.
I like that kind of processing work--particularly if I can listen to something or watch an old movie while doing it. Strawberries move along at a higher rate of speed when the only the ears are occupied. Even if I didn't have something for my hearing/seeing senses to occupy their time with, I would still enjoy it while telling myself a story. No, I haven't outgrown my imagination. I once had a girl tell me that she thought that the imagination got weaker as one got older. I disagree (respectfully, of course :D)...I don't think that it gets weaker, but rather I think it shifts a little. If you cultivate it, it rather gets stronger. At least, that's my take on that oh-so-interesting topic.
Some of those berries will more than likely go to market (and if they come home I will be very surprised!). Then, of course, we gals keep dipping into them as we walk by. But seriously! They need to be done since we've nearly run out of counter top! (I had set one pan on the floor but Abby the Awesome Tabby looked a little too interested in them, if you know what I mean. She is an odd cat--she eats stuff like avocado, green beans, mango...so it wouldn't surprise me if she ate strawberries.)
I wonder if I ought not go set the table. Mama is not in yet, but I believe supper is done...
Racheal
P.S. It seems, sometimes, that I do an awful lot of complaining. The thing is, I'm not complaining really. I'm just stating facts. If I look at you and say, "My hip is hurting me" (which it is, those Twister positions aren't exactly known for doing it any good), I'm stating fact, not whining. Generally. Once in a while I do--not that it helps anything! :D I'm not today though.
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