Hello, again! “Lovely to see you again, my friend(s). Walk along with me to the next bend.”
The family crisis isn’t exactly over, but the shit has hit the fan at last, and everyone has survived. I’ll try to be concise. My tightly-knit sibs and I have gotten together every summer for 25 years, first at Mom’s place and later at my bro’s summer house. This became especially important after Mom died. As I’ve said, my SIL is…difficult, a tense and angry person who has everyone walking on eggs. My middle sister, V, and her hubs, my BIL, can’t stand her. They said flatly they won’t be going this summer or ever again. V is morbidly obese and crippled by arthritic knees, so that’s the excuse she gave bro and SIL. V wants us all to gather for a meal at her house, 2 hours from my bro’s–not the same, but SOMETHING, at least. SIL is now saying she won’t go there (I think from revenge), and my bro can’t leave her, so, she says, all sibling gatherings are over for good.
This is why I got so upset. Also, when I was a teen, Mom officially put me in charge of sibling mediation, so I’ve been dealing with feeling like I failed. (Unrealistic but true.)
In other news, the dog-walking hasn’t taken off, but I get Max, the little cavalier King Charles spaniel, a lot. His person is barely scraping by, so I can’t charge her as much, but she’s 80 and in poor health, so she needs me a lot. Except for his compulsions–fetch and snuggles–he’s an easy little guy. I’ll have him all day today.
There are propane grills here, but they’re pretty inconvenient, and like coppertone, I prefer charcoal-grilled flavor. In short, I no longer grill.
From the last MMP: JtC, I’m so glad you have fuchsias now–and hummers! Mine aren’t blooming yet, but hopefully soon. Also…
apple butter (one apple, half a cup of warm spices (cinnamon, allspice, ginger, etc), and two cups of brown sugar).
I’m slow and can’t figure this out. I used to make and can loads of apple butter, but that involved long cooking and lots of apples. Obviously this is for dredging, so very different, but do you cook down the lone apple? How does it not make the dredge clumpy? Heeelllppp.
swampy, you’ve probably explained this a dozen times, but does VBS stand for Vesper Babies Service?
I wonder if the crew will set off fireworks from the deck to appease those passengers.