Elderberry Wine

When I was a kid we lived on 3 acres in rural Iowa. Our ditches were overgrown, and in the ditches close to the garden were some elderberry…vines? Weeds? Bushes? I’m not certain. My mom found out that a local winery would pay 50ยข a pound for elderberries, and so I’d cut them, and she’d drive me to the winery. The money was mine to keep.

Somehow she found out when the elderberries I picked would be wine (or she guessed) and bought a bottle and I got to try some. I don’t remember how it tasted. In fact, the last thing I remember about elderberries is that the county came through and cut and burned our ditches, which made them neater to look at, but destroyed my small enterprise.

I wonder if anyone local to me now (as I am no longer living in rural Iowa) who makes elderberry wine?

Comments

The longer I keep the blog up (and the less frequently I post) the more spam comments I get. They’re annoying. I don’t like them. And they’re always on really, really old posts.

So I’m going to turn off comments on posts older than 5 days.

That is all.

Loves!

Books before the word storm

Of course all the books I ordered arrived today, just a few days before I want to try to start writing a ridiculous amount of words when July starts (Camp NaNo).

That sounds like I’m upset that I have new books to read.

I am not.

But it may mean that I won’t get to read them as quickly as I wanted since I also want to write.

Or it may mean that I won’t write because the books are too good.

Either of those options may send me into a bad mood that will try to keep the words from being written and the pages from being read, because that’s just the kind of mood I’m in lately.

Yeah. Little things that don’t bother me when I’m in a good head space are making me do drastic things like delete my Facebook posts from forever. I did it at work, and I did it on my personal one. At this point, I’m even refusing to share posts there because every time I run across something that seems valid and interesting, the worry fear terror that there will be something controversial about it somehow and it will make a friend attack the information being presented (not me, mind you – I realize I’m not being attacked), and I will be feel like an utter failure who is completely incapable of forming acceptable opinions, or defending them.

That’s also probably why I’m not posting videos, either. I hadn’t thought about that.

Here’s where I am right now:

  • pre-menstrual
  • depressed mood
    (I don’t have a diagnosis, so I won’t say “depressed” or “depression”, but that’s probably what this is)
  • hyper-sensitive to criticism
    (I know criticism isn’t always an attack, but right now it doesn’t feel that way)
  • general malaise
    (consisting of sleeping, scrolling on my phone, or drinking instead of doing something productive like reading, writing, or recording videos)

It’s a MEH mood. And not the good kind of “meh” where it’s an expression of “it is what it is,” but rather the “meh” where you can’t bring yourself to care about anything while at the same time everything feels like a personal attack meant to prove to you what a piece of crap you really are.

I know I’m not a piece of crap. I’m pretty cool, actually. My heart is usually in the right place. I’m kind of attractive. I’m a good mom.

But it doesn’t feel like that. It feels like nothing.

Happy Saturday, and Loves.

I found a couple new distractions

In the form of video games. Two new ones on my phone. One was recommended by Elder Youth, the other by ads.

I am getting a lot of ads for “Win Real Money!” kind of games. I’m smart enough not to throw actual money at games like that. I’m not good at gambling (as in, knowing when to quit). But I am, however, willing to watch any number of ads in an attempt to win money.

Just like I’m willing to answer surveys in order to earn money.

Basically, I’ll give tons of time on the off chance it’s legit enough to maybe let me cash out a bit.

I’m a sucker.

I need new glasses. There used to be a plastic sheath on the arms of my current pair, but then it started to deteriorate, and I got tired of dealing with it (especially since it was oozing something resembling ear wax), so I pulled/cut the plastic off. Now the arms of my glasses are very thin, and they pressed into my head behind my ear before, but now it’s worse. So I should definitely make an appointment.

Yesterday broke my streak here on the blog. I made it to 70 days in a row! And then yesterday, I just didn’t want to. So I didn’t. And tonight, I just wanted to create something. So I’m back.

But I should put this aside and read some. I’m getting to a good spot in my book, and I’m running into things and suggestions that really sound like things I want to put into action.

But I’m not really sure how.

It’s silly stuff I know how to do. I know how to track things. I like spreadsheets. I like my bullet journal and making habit trackers. Maybe it’s a little that I don’t know what to track. Maybe it’s a lot that I don’t know what to track. (I’m not looking for ideas. I know I could track words written, pages read, distance walked, etc. I have ideas.)

Anyway.

I’m babbling.

My smallest cat jumped on his next largest brother. Just looked down on him from the edge of the sofa, and plopped on down directly on top of his sibling.

Shybutts is the sweetest, the gentlest, the shyest, the most precious of our cats. And he’s also the biggest troublemaker, and he nearly always gets away with it.

Static is the cross-eyed, plain, solid sibling. And he’s also the most loyal, the kindest, and most toilet-prone. We’re working on the toilet issue.

Anyway.

That’s what I had to share. It’s not really a lot to share, I suppose. I mean, it’s a lot of words, but it’s not a lot of content.

Whatever.

Loves.

Stress eating

I’ve done more stress eating since going back to the office than I ever did at the start of the stay at home order. And I’ve done less moving since going back to the office than I did while working from home.

I am made to work from home. That’s the logical conclusion here.

It actually indicates something else for me as well, but I’m not going to state that conclusion out loud.

I am someone that absolutely hates conflict. I like gossip, but I hate conflict. And my favorite form of exercise (and I’m so sorry, I know this isn’t original) is jumping to conclusions. I have it pretty under control these days, but it still creeps up.

Like what happened a few weeks ago. I posted a post on a social media account that I share with coworkers, and someone replied something that was most likely a general comment about the general negative tone on said social media, but felt like a personal fucking attack. I can’t delete that social media, but I sure as hell can delete all the posts I’ve made over the last ten years or so, and so I did that.

<sarcasm> Because that’s totally a rational reaction to a comment someone made on social media, and not to my face. </sarcasm>

Trust me, I do understand that it was an overreaction. And if maybe it happened again a week later on a different social media account? Yeah, I understand that’s an overreaction as well.

But honestly, it feels better. It feels like I cleaned up a mess that was sticky and starting to attract ants. I feel like I have control again. And maybe it’s helping me pay more attention to what I post on the few accounts I haven’t purged yet.

Or maybe not. Only time will tell.

Loves. No comments today.