Roland and I went to the outskirts of Roseburg
(Melbourne) last night to pick grapes in the rain. We didn’t go with the intention of being
rained on nor did we go to the vineyard with the intent of celebrating our 18th
wedding anniversary and yet it was. I
would have forgotten all about it if my sister hadn’t sent me an anniversary
wish. Wow.
We were on our mini-vacation when the
month had started. What happened to the
week after we returned? September used
to be the longest month in my opinion.
And here it’s been ten days and I have foreseen that this will be the
shortest September ever. How odd.
The weather has gone from unbearably
hot to misty fog and cool temperatures except at 4:00 a.m. when the humidity is
at 100 percent. I don’t recall feeling
so smothered in the humidity level while in Bandon – though I did in Coos
Bay. Who would have thought I would feel
that same temperature and stickiness in Myrtle Creek during my sleep.
I’ve been getting up every morning to shut the windows. I wonder how much
longer Roland will allow for us to go to sleep with the windows open before he
attempts to kick on the heat. He gets
cold and I get hot.
We started the grape juice last night
but it was only a start. We watched the
first episode of “a Very Brady Renovation” How special that HGTV would make the
premier on the date of our anniversary (LOL) We picked three and a half buckets
and have almost three buckets left and possibly 13 gallons of juice by the time
we are finished. Roland says we’ll make
more jam this year. We will see if he
can contain himself.
