House O' Sullivans

Yep. We experienced it all: the blood, the sweat, and the tears. Honestly, I thought that I'd just casually, quietly, pass on canning this year. No fruit was falling into my lap and I wasn't very motivated to hunt any down. (A whole summer of super hot weather, 5 kids, a nursing baby and early morning exercise to drop the flub that came with having aforementioned baby makes a mom TIRED and unmotivated for intense domestic pursuits such as canning.) Then there's also the fact that when Wayne's Bar came out, the extra kitchen we had in the basement went with it. It was ugly (the walls were a vomitous shade of yellow), but it was an awesome place to can. Two Saturdays ago, my plans of a leisurely no-canning summer came to an end when my neighbor offered her entire apple tree to me. These are good apples too. They aren't even worm-ridden. The Grandma Olsen and Grandma White (ladies who waste nothing) in me rose to the surface and I said, "Bring it!!...

As I logged into my blog to post the general happenings of the past couple of months, I couldn't help but notice a distinct trend as I considered the yearly post totals from the past several years glaring at me from the sidebar. I couldn't help myself. I had to sketch a quick graph to illustrate my findings. What does this tell us, dear friends and family? Apparently my time and energy is required elsewhere at present. As I sit to write this, I find myself in a quiet house on a Sunday night. Casey is on a man-trip with his dad and brother, horse packing in the Uintas, and my three oldest kids are sleeping over with my mom and some of their cousins. Here's my chance to increase the paltry blog volume for 2017, at least contributing a generic report of some of the goings-ons of late. This summer was the summer of swimming lessons. Sophie, Hallee, and Zeke spent 4 whole weeks taking lessons at Holladay Lions Rec Center and are finally all proficient swimmers....