I started when Jim woke me when he went to work at 5 AM. I woke up tired as I dreamed all night of the auction tomorrow. It should be a good one. They have lots of Madam Alexander dolls from an estate. I don't really collect dolls, but they have one that looks a lot like one I had when I was little. I abused her horribly, even cutting her hair! As I remember, she was captured when I was playing cowboy and indians when I was little, and we scalped her. I was very hard on my toys, many of which would be considered collectable today. Mom had an original Shirley Temple doll, which I totally ruined. What can I say. They were toys. I played with them. Not nicely. You should have seen my Barbies when I was through.
Anyhoo, then it was chicken time. The baybays are now fledged and Minion is back with the flock. They are still whiny. It takes a few days for them to realize that Mom isn't going to feed them anymore.
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Then I scooted over to the friendly neighborhood organic farmer's place to help him pick. We picked blueberries from 7:30 to 10:30. Then I picked cherry tomatoes from 10:30 to 12:45. The poor man has lost all his help through one thing and another. Thank goodness the season is almost over.
I came home and bottled my strawberry wine. It is still a bit hazy and has too much citrus finish, but it is drinkable. I am still refining my recipe. I think I am close. Maybe next year it will be good enough to enter at the state fair. I tried to make a label, but I just don't get the graphics design programs and you have to know how to use them to understand the tutorials. I got frustrated and quit.
Speaking of wine, here is my winning entry for the whining for wine contest:
I'm going to pick up my free case tomorrow.
After bottling the strawberry, I moved the blueberry wine into the kitchen for clearing and bottling.
Then I froze some peppers that my friendly organic farmer gave me yesterday, watered the plants on the front porch, fed some old peaches to the cockers, at which point we got a little rain shower. We got 3/4 inches yesterday, so I didn't have to water the garden today. The okra is going crazy. We have to pick every day.
I was so pooped, I shut the chickens up, did my blog now I am going to bed, even though there is okra to pickle, goat cheese to make and laundry to do. It's not a emergency.
Bak Bak
I had a beloved Madam Alexander doll. Her name was Phoebe (why???). My brother cut her hair. I cried and cried until my mother took her to a doll hospital and they gave her new hair. Never was the same though.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the jogging that memory. It's a nice one.
I think that Madam Alexander dolls were the doll of choice, before that Huzzy Barbie showed up...
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