Tuesday, January 07, 2025

Daily Notes- Tuesday January 7th. Very Cold here in Maine but grass is still green. 25 degrees


 Here in Maine we don't get ALL the varieties of this jam jelly line.  I like the Strawberry Rhubarb. My Son loves the Cherry.  Husband was a fan of Fig.  A friend of mine- Gerry loved the Four Fruit.  I would ask a friend in New York to send me four jars and then give them to Gerry. His wife told me she had never seen him so happy.....He died that same year.  His wife had a Brunch for him- with an empty place at one end of the long table.  I sat next to "Gerry" and drank his Blood Mary and my own.  When my friend noticed his empty glass......it is possible to cry and laugh at the same time... yes....then she ordered him another.  I finished that one as well.  

I kept and washed all the empty jelly/jam jars and husband sorted out his screws, washers, bolts, nails etc into the jars and made shelving custom for the height and width of the jars.....an entire wall.  My Dad would have been envious. I never got around to counting how many jars are actually on that wall.

Watched Will Trent three episodes back to back..  Will is now tall and muscular like the book Will Trent.  Same actor.  He is also driving a vintage Porsche.  Just like the book.  Silver not black.  Had a conversation with his girlfriend Angie- towered over her...last season they were the same height. What comes to mind is AI....In any case, I will NOW watch....the secondary female is also driving the correct car and is diabetic... Yellow with black stripes.  Like the car in the book that Will had to bend himself into- the front trunk with a long rifle....... People- the books are amazing......

Now...all we need is Will Trent to meet the female doctor in the morgue of that huge Atlanta hospital. And Angie surrendering to heroin and the streets again.........

3 comments:

  1. Great jelly jar stories. I enjoy that brand too.

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  2. They have an advent calendar filled with tiny, single serving jars in all the flavors. My neighbor made up a little basket and gifted me seven. One of the big jars lasts me months.

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  3. I had one of those tiny jars once upon a time for my little stuffed Muffy Bear's breakfast table.

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