on the road again... not!
So many summers I moved, right around my birthday: hell, five times just since I began this journal eight years ago. One of the biggest changes since, well, ever, is that all that energy that went into moving is now going into staying in one place. That said, I should get off my ass and wash and cook apples for sauce (25 gallons of them), pickle cukes (a gallon or two), and keep working on turning the lean-to garage into a usable carport for the winter.