We got every plum off the tree yesterday with the handy-dandy fruit picker on a pole. It sits in the shed 364 days a year, but on that one day you're glad to have it.
I can barely lift the basket with one hand, so it must weigh about 40 pounds. Nice. Fruit is expensive and you can't buy these big, meaty Italian plums anyway. Just the little puny hard ones from California. Anyway, enough there to make a double batch of plum chutney, and maybe some nice ones left for a few pints of plain canned plums. Those are good in the winter on yogurt and cottage cheese.
Despite the chores, John had a good birthday with calls from family and friends. I surprised him big time with a new iphone which he didn't really need (who does?) Maybe even better than a visit from Christine. He has to wait until he's 98 for that treat.
Anyway, I had a selfish ulterior motive because now he can figure out the new technology before I get one. We keep our phones about 5 years, so are quite a few numbers behind. I know. Waaa waaa. What a hard life.
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