There really is such a thing as International Procrastination Day? I would be an honored member; maybe even win a medal or two. However, my tardiness in blogging did not have as much to do with procrastination as it did with our inability to plan anything. We never do take planning very seriously. We think of the future in probabilities. Normally, things work out more or less as we anticipated them. Which brings me to the spaghetti sauce. Jamie had successfully canned about 28 quarts { 4 canner loads}. She had another, same size, batch to do. The jar lids began popping in the pressure cooker. The jar lids were bulged and some even buckled up. It looked like there was too much pressure inside the jars. We went over ever aspect of the procedure, closely examined the pressure cooker; nothing plugged, proper weight etc. Yet every canner load had three or four popped jars. This slowed us down so much that we didn't get all the jars canned; we held some over to the next day and they fermented in the jars and had to be tossed out. [The chickens thought that was great.] On opening the jars, a geyser of fermented sauce splashed over the kitchen. I soon learned to open them in a bucket. There must have been about twelve of them.
I have been canning for about fifty years; Jamie over forty years and we couldn't come up with a reason for the problem, with any certainty. The first batch was canned without incident. What was the difference? The only possibility is that the second batch was more dense. My perusal of the canning book would lead me to that conclusion. If any of you folks have a suggestion; please comment.
It was a learning experience and even though Jamie called it the "spaghetti sauce from hell" when it was all over we didn't have any regrets. More and more, both of us are able to maintain peace through life's little conundrums. Perhaps, one more than the other.
Well, so I didn't commence with my chicken butchering until yesterday. We got seven more ready for the freezer. I have about five more to do.
Lately, time has been flying by. Almost anybody over fifty will acknowledge this phenomenon. But I am talking about something even faster; in the last few months the weeks seem like days. Sundays come up every other day! If I was afraid of dying it would be unsettling; but for me it is exciting. I feel so much change and I am eager to see the future. On the other hand, back to earth, I realize how much I have to do before snow flies. The way time has been going that will be real soon. There are things I had planned for the Spring that are still undone, procrastination hmmmmmmmmm.
Keep the Peace, love everything and lets watch a beautiful future unfold.
Love and Peace, Gregg
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