Beneath the Wraps

Roland and I went out to DelEv Blueberry Farm this morning.   We picked 32 pounds and filled 24 bags with four cups each of blueberries.   The 25th bag had only 3 cups.   Funny, I thought we would run out of bags before we ran out of blueberries. Jenna returned home from camp.   I will probably take her out to the farm again to get some more to put in our freezer. Roland wanted to take a video to send to his mom. We did not do that.   Halfway there he asked if I had my camera.   Unfortunately my camera has died and my cell phone pictures are not that great. I wonder why Roland didn't take pictures with his phone.

                I have been feeling overwhelmed with emotion since last Friday afternoon when Roland came outside to "let me know what's going on."                  I didn't think I would ever see the day when Roland would be angry with Randy or not believe him.   My youngest son has always been a storyteller.   It started out as a form of entertainment, but gradually became a method of deception, and if he gets caught in the lie, will try to mask it with "Oh, I was just joking."               It has gotten old.                 Most everyone in the family had stopped trusting anything that came out of Randy's mouth.   Oh, he's got charm, charisma, so many likable qualities really, but also the gift of gab t...

          I had been asked to mark attendance for choir - only I have not marked anything for four weeks now - either choir was canceled, the doors were locked, or I wasn't there.   For an entire month?           Every fourth Sunday a class is offered to the instructors. A primary counselor reminded me of that.   It's hard to believe that four weeks have gone by.   Where am I?             I had just finished another accounting class - suspecting that my instructor is even more bored with the class than I am.           The one I compared to Walter and Sheldon here, has been copying and pasting her findings word for word.   I called her on it.   I don't know if anybody caught that.             So bored with the dis...

Velveteen Rabbit has never really been my favorite story, but I do like this thought from it: "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it does...

This will be my fourth year going to South Umpqua Memorial Pool for water fitness.    I remember the temperature of the water being opposite of the air temperature in the past two years.   But this year has been like river water regardless of whether the air has been warm or not.    The last few times I've attended, I never did manage to warm up - except for yesterday.   And that was when I got out. Yesterday was the first day this year that I saw bugs in the water - all tiny corpses floating around.

            At the top of our back hill is the cherry tree belonging to our backyard neighbors. I don't know if Bill and Cheryl planted the tree, or if it was already there when they moved in. Bill likes cherries.   Cheryl does not.               They told us that we could come to pick cherries whenever we wanted.             Jenna's Easter bucket holds exactly 18 cups of cherries - though we hadn't figured that out until later. I did not get any pictures of Jenna and Roland picking them.               I hadn't considered posting about this at the time.             Roland wanted to make a pie, and thus we cut or pulled cherries apart in order to get the pits out.   ...

            I noticed when Jenna left for school on overly foggy mornings, she would return with the sun blazing in the sky.   The foggier it is in the morning, the hotter it seems to be with the afternoon sun.         The above picture was taken last year - I can't even see the mountains or trees right now.                        I think the sun will be blazing down by 2:00 this afternoon and may not cool off until after 10:00.   But you never know.             We had wind, rain, sunshine, A/C, open doors, blankets, and shivers alternating all within the same hour.   Jenna took these amazing pictures with her tablet