{"id":715,"date":"2008-09-03T17:23:00","date_gmt":"2008-09-03T21:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wednesday-september-3-2008\/"},"modified":"2008-09-03T17:23:00","modified_gmt":"2008-09-03T21:23:00","slug":"wednesday-september-3-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wednesday-september-3-2008\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday September 3, 2008"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>\"August<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

After canning 27 pints of pizza sauce yesterday and 19 quarts tomato juice today, I really don’t care if I don’t see another tomato for a very. long. time.  At least not until Saturday night when I am certain I will want a slice on a grilled hamburger.  Huge kudos to my mom who scalded and peeled and froze tomatoes for yesterday’s job after hearing that I was about ready to go buy a bushel.  Most of the ones I cooked today came out of my freezer where they’ve slowly collected before and after trips when there was simply no time to be processing food.  Now that my kitchen cabinets are wiped off, the counters cleaned, and the floor mopped, I like canning tomatoes.  I think.  I feel virtuously weary.  I also look like a tomato.  And feel like a tomato.  And smell like a tomato.  I suspect I taste like a tomato.<\/font><\/p>\n

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The other day I was at my mom’s house for a girl’s family day with Beth.  We sorted through the old toys, threw away the broken bits, cleaned up the good ones, and laughed and reminisced.  My mom says I’m not sentimental.  She rescued my college graduation cards out of the trash years ago.  She’s (mostly) right.  I saved our wedding cards because she thought I should (I called to ask her).  My thought is that if I don’t see it or use it and it’s just going to sit in the attic or the basement, I can spare myself some grief when it’s time to move and toss it.  I just don’t see myself some day saying, “you know, I need something to do.  I think I’ll go up to the attic and read old cards.”  But sometimes I am sentimental.  “Flop,” as she was oh so lovingly called (because our dolls had new names whenever we played with them) had to be tossed.  Beth and I both asked Mom to do it when we weren’t looking.  It still hurts me a little and I wonder if I should have rescued her and put her in my closet somewhere.  “Flop” is in the back with the now blind eye and the other one that won’t stay open.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"August<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/a>the coin purse I used as a little girl to take 2 quarters for the offering in Sunday School<\/font>\"August<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

Are you a sentimental saver or a pitchin’ purger?<\/font><\/p>\n

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squishy.  cuddly.  giggly. sweetness.<\/font><\/p>\n

\"August<\/font><\/a> <\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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I am loving this hot week again.  I love that summer is not finished with us yet.  But last week when it was cool and rainy and my sisters-in-law were doing applesauce, I started thinking about autumn.  And<\/font> apple pie<\/font><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

\"August<\/a> <\/span><\/p>\n

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