There are really only a few big things I plan to do each
year. The Annual Wild Game Feed is one,
Santa Claus is another, and go fishing is not last on the list. This past year I managed to do two out of
three. I didn’t make it out to the water
to fish, and this is really sad since I live across the street from the beach.
I didn’t plan to get ill this year, but I did a good job of
it, and even after eight months of this affliction, I’m still not finished with
the project. While I’m not well, I am
functional, and I keep on keeping on. I
did make it to the Annual Wild Game Feed this year, I did work for a few weeks
as Santa Claus, including some television time, and I did earn a certification
as a Master Food Preserver. So I guess
this was a successful year in completing things I planned to do.
I’m just getting my feet wet as a master food
preserver. My early life on the farm
gave me a curiosity about how things work, and food preservation was one of
those things. For years I’ve canned and
pickled unique items just because I liked them, and no one was producing them
commercially. Now I’m starting to teach
others how to do it. Such fun.
The path to the certification required learning about food
safety and the techniques to ensure a safe finished product. The more I think about the methods we used
on the farm to preserve our harvest, the more I realize how lucky we were not
to have succumbed to botulism.
This year I planned to clean out my garage. Oops.
I wanted to finish another novel.
Oh, well. I had hopes of losing
another 50 pounds. I gained 10.
Not all is lost, and nothing here can be considered a
failure. There is always next year.
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