I write blog posts in my head throughout the day. But when I have a few minutes to sit down and type, I fall asleep. It's probably for the best because even though I thought my grip on sanity was improving, it turns out I'm still a hormonal wackadoodle. I cried during Minute to Win It the other night.
Yup, standing at the counter for hours peeling, paring, and stuffing peaches in a jar crying to that stupid show.
(And when I say stupid I mean, stupidly addicting and I can't get enough, so much so that I'm planning a Minute to Win-It Party.)
Whose bloody bright idea was another ninety pounds of peaches?
Over the course of the last week I've had a lot to think about in regards to peaches- beyond not wanting to look at another single one now that they are everywhere. Those little flecks of peach puree are gnarly to scrub off a tile counter top. I've thought a lot about how much I'd like to change that counter top and a bajillion ways to improve the kitchen on a dime. Unfortunately, all my grand ideas seem to include painting the cupboards. Husband is not going to like that. Maybe I can trick him into thinking painting is fun. My plan is to trick Scrunch into thinking a bucket of hot soapy water and stiff bristle brush are super fun big girl toys. If I succeed and she sticks around long enough to get most of my nightmare moped, I figure the cupboards are in the bag!
Did you know that peaches are metaphors for several phases in life? Serious.
When CJane described herself as giant peach while awaiting labor, I had trouble following. But, um okay... If CJane says it must be true...Then a few weeks later my own midwife used the same 'peach on a tree' metaphor. Knowing the parable of the peach is requisite for practicing midwifery.Peaches and preggos. Who knew?
But it extends further than that, it turns out, affecting my master plan.
I bought the peaches on Friday intent that we'd be canning on Saturday. Cleared the whole day and every counter in preparation for it. I had a master plan. Only one little, eensy detail was missing. The peaches weren't ripe yet.
And so it goes.
Peaches, the great metaphor for life.
And they make yummy smoothies.
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