Day Two Hundred and Eighty Six
I finished The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and started Zeno’s Conscience by Italo Svevo. I’m still not a Joyce fan but I admire The Portrait and what it accomplished much more than I do Ulysses and what it represents. I still have Dubliners on my list and I remember liking much of it and I don’t have to read Finnegan’s Wake so I might end the year feeling favorably toward him.
If you thought I was a dork, or super-domestic because of my crazy applesauce making brace yourself. I picked more apples. LOTS more apples. My in-laws live in a planned community which is three parts Stepford Wives and one part commune. They have a community farm and all the residents are entitled to a share in the produce. Apparently all those families out there are not into processing apples because the orchard is still really full, even after several days of open picking. My mother-in-law Pam got permission for us to pick as many as we wanted, and apparently we wanted bushels and bushels. I’m planning on drying a bunch of them, making a bit more applesauce, making plenty of juice and freezing several apple pie fillings. If you are a fan of any of the above (and live in the greater Boise area) leave me a comment and we can work out a deal. If you are a member of my family, you can just have whatever you want by asking otherwise we can work out a deal. Jared claims that the dried apples are better than candy…