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Jam and Jesus


That’s who you can blame for the lack of a proper post today.

I promised to do the layouts on a guidebook to the local church — the quaint little place we done got hitched at. Only, all my work muscles have atrophied and it took me forever to remember how all the dinguses and thingies worked. Oh well. “Making excuses” is my besteses job skill, and one I will NEVER forget.

And then I remembered my strawberry conserves were due for the final boil and potting up tonight.

Jam. Jesus. Where the hell am I and how the fuck did I get here…?


Comment from scubafreak
Time: July 6, 2009, 9:42 pm

You are in Limeyland, and you got there by air. 😉

Ah well, I’d like to get my order in for some fresh Stoat Preserves as soon as they are ready, so I’d better be nice.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 6, 2009, 9:53 pm

One day, many years after I left Tennessee, I was driving into work, listening to the news (as you do) and the announcer said, “…and the weather for Boston…”

And I thought, “Boston!?! What the fuck am I doing in Boston???”

Every once in a while, I just sort of slip sideways…you know?

Comment from scubafreak
Time: July 6, 2009, 10:19 pm

Well, right now I do it to avoid stepping on kettehs….

Comment from David Gillies
Time: July 6, 2009, 11:01 pm

Weasel, as I predicted, you are no longer a Murrican. You are now a stock character in an episode of Midsomer Murders or Morse – the stalwart pillar of the WI and church Harvest Festival committee. You need to start practising saying, “Inspector, do come in. Can I offer you a scone?” in your best Home Counties accent. If you find yourself shopping for a tweed skirt, the transformation will have become complete.

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: July 6, 2009, 11:24 pm

Meanwhile, the song ‘Every Sperm is Sacred’ takes on a whole new meaning.

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Comment from apotheosis
Time: July 7, 2009, 8:48 am

Conserves and curds and confitures…once you start me looking up one thing, there’s so much other stuff I didn’t know about.

A regular reading rainbow, this place.

Comment from dfbaskwill
Time: July 7, 2009, 1:21 pm

I’ll bet your humble abode smells grand. I just had my dwarf orange tree blossom profusely, the finest of all flower smells.

Comment from Allen
Time: July 7, 2009, 5:38 pm

Well Weasel you could slip over to Essex and visit the Tiptree Jam Museum if things get too bad.


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