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| Two flats of strawberries... |
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| ...becoming 14 containers of freezer jam... |
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| and once again waking up to this. |
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| By afternoon it was back to this...the real story here, however, is how we have gone ghetto (says Beth)... Michael had someone come and fix the soda machine that was given to us a couple of years ago. Now it has soda, and wheels so it can be wheeled out during the spring blizzards for neighborhood chilluns to quench their thirst...(please don't judge me by my husband's actions). That my friends is the weekend round-up, highly eventful. I spare you the trivial details of driving Beth to job orientations and Elijah to a soccer game that didn't exist. Oh yeah, and pulling up carpet in a flooded basement...the weekend is for relaxing, right? Life is good. Shabbat Shalom. |
