Really? drivers

It's been a long time since I went pissy on bad drivers, and lest you think I've gone soft, I've not! Here's another thing that makes me wish I could double as a traffic cop: when a driver is going to turn off a main street, there IS a dedicated turn lane, but (s)he stays half in the original lane/half in the turn lane, thereby screwing the folks behind him/her. People, it's a turn lane. Use it! Blimey!

Strawberry-vanilla jam made

Oliver and I did quite a bit of gardening this morning: clearing out weeds, planting new rounds of peas, tossing slugs in the lawn bag we were rapidly filling, sprinkling Sluggo in the hopes of discouraging additional slug visits and so forth. It was quite fun despite my having bought 98 periwinkle plants of the wrong color. Balls! And back to the nursery I go. Anyway, we then finished up the strawberry-vanilla jam. I like it but not as much as the rhubarb one from yesterday. That is darrrrn good. Off to Jack's final Meeting for Worship.

"Likes" deleted- oh no; more jam; query

Dearest readers, It appears that the only lasting loss from our server outage two weeks ago is that all my facebook "likes" were erased. Now just DH and I like me. Good grief. If you would be so kind, "like" me again. See? That little button over to your right? You got it! Many thanks! The rhubarb-strawberry-orange jam is absolutely delish, and as soon as I finished up with it, I started in on a batch of strawberry-vanilla jam, using the rest of the berries I bought at yesterday's FM. It's macerating now, and I'll can it tomorrow. So.much.fun!

I'm readying myself (read: sucking caffeine) to stay up late at my photog class and in the meantime have a real question for you: why do seemingly all men know how to coil extension cords such that they never kink or twist, always hang nicely and stay put? I practice this on a not infrequent basis and just really can't seem to master this skill in any way. Yesterday, all my dishes from the lunch I recently catered were returned to me; I'd brought a double hot plate and extension cord to keep the jambalaya warm, and darn if the returned cord wasn't perfectly wound. I am totally a "girls can do ANYTHING boys can do" kinda gal, but truly, this cord business vexes me, and I feel pretty sure that some guy tidied mine before its return. Hmm...