I took this during the Wooden Boat Festival this year. I am in the Sunrise Rotary. We sell hotdogs, beef and veggie and virtual (for your avatar) to raise money for all sorts of projects: incoming and outgoing exchange students, a shelter box or two to go to disasters, grant money for our local domestic violence and trauma shelter, dictionaries for every 3rd grader in the county, money to a project in Rwanda to support grandmothers taking in orphaned children that they are not even related to….
Many thanks to everyone who helps. Some people don’t eat hotdogs, beef or veggie, but donate anyhow. Since it’s Wooden Boat, I dress as a very unrealistic pirate. I just like the hat and lace!
My second earliest memory is between age three and four. We have moved to upstate New York, Trumansburg, and are living with my grandmother. I am old enough to know that I can’t pick random things outside and eat them. However, my grandmother has a currant bush: red currants.
I am amazed to see her picking and eating something outside. Does she not have to follow the rules? And then she lets me eat some. And I do not instantly die.
“You may pick them and eat them off this bush whenever you want.” says my grandmother.
I remember the color of the currants and the taste and the miracle of having permission to go eat something on my own recognizance, outside in the great wide wild world. I was so thrilled and entranced with the currant bush and my grandmother.
Here are red, black and white currants from the farmer’s market yesterday. I put them in a fruit salad with a honey melon that was so ripe that is dripped, and added apples and blueberries and lemon juice. Mmmmm, bounty. The tartness of the currants is delicious with the sweet melon.
My daughter made sticky buns, left in the refrigerator, Christmas Eve. Christmas morning I took them out, let them warm and finish rising, and baked them. I woke her up when they were browned and ready to come out! Festive, indeed!
A friend and I are using Facebook to message this am and she says she hates that Facebook is mining for advertising all the time. I said we should do a random confuse the engine search every day. Something silly! I searched enamel zebra hamsters first…. And it’s fun to watch the internet try!
What silly search would you use to confuse the big data mining on the internet? Go wild! Confuse your feed!