thursday i went apricot picking with two women in my neighborhood. they're also in my ward, but i met them through my involvement in neighborhood watch. anyway, they're great women. i love how they've "adopted" me. so we went picking. the tree belonged to a 92 year old woman whose children won't let her climb ladders anymore. another woman joined us, and i think everyone except me was well over 70. so i got elected to climb the ladder and get on the roof to pick. good times i tell you.
so anyway, the rest of the day was spent processing those 30 odd pounds of apricots. the fun went into friday, as well. somehow we managed to let a fly in. by the time we went to bed we finally noticed it. bret didn't want it annoying us while we slept so we lured it out of the bedroom and then closed the door. as usual, i needed to use the restroom around 3 a.m. guess what i did. yep, i walked right into that closed door. and bret slept right through my pain!
anyone want some apricot syrup? syrup is a lot easier to make than jam. in fact, if you try to make jam, be prepared to embrace the syrup you'll get instead.