At times he had a similar
effect on Dan and me, but I confess that I'll be a little sad this afternoon when I have to take out his batteries,
wrap him in
bubble wrap, and mail him back to Virginia so he can be rented out to someone else... probably a football jock who won't think to keep him cool enough at night.
As always, making jams and marmalade has a therapeutically soothing
effect on my nerves, it calms me, enthralls me, and makes me focus on nothing but the present, the slight
bubbling of the jam as it starts to thicken into a rich, orange - yellow colour, with twirls of peach - scented perfume
wrapping up the kitchen as if it were a Christmas gift.