Casablance Tales: Tomato Teamwork

I was going to describe our wedding event in this post but I’ve changed my mind. This quicker post, before we go fishing this evening, is about tomatoes.

What were we thinking? This spring we put in a big garden. It’s true we both like gardening, but like I said, it’s a big garden. It’s Kevin’s fault about the tomatoes though. He started them from seed and couldn’t stand to throw any seedlings away. They grew throughout the summer in spite of a couple hailstorms and getting overwatered a couple of times. In fact, they didn’t get the characteristic virus, yellow leaves and wilting. 

Picked another 5 gallon bucket full this afternoon. Remember Shadow?

And now they are getting ripe. Kevin does most of the picking. He gives them away whenever he finds someone who will take them. And this morning he got up from the breakfast table, clamped his presser gadget onto the counter and made tomato puree for two hours. It’s seedless, skinless and goes into zip lock bags for the freezer. 

They go into the hopper and come out ready to freeze or can.

What I absolutely love is the teamwork! I help wash and slice the tomatoes, he runs the press. We bag the juice together. Done. These jobs are fun when I’m working with someone who works fast and works well. Just one of the ways we are good together. 

We had a full day – Kevin cleaning the garage and me taking Mom to the ophthalmologist. And we did go fishing. The lake was gorgeous (the fish were small).

The bobber is out there somewhere. Yeah, I don’t see it either.
Sunsets like this make fishing fun even when you don’t catch fish.

Choosing Hope

January 26, 2019

Writing is difficult these days. Our family is going through cancer trauma and much of what I need to tell is too personal. Other things I might write about seem so trivial in comparison. That doesn’t leave much left.

It is easy to keep busy because we are forming a team, coming together to share necessary tasks and watch out for each other emotionally as well as physically. Only one of us has the serious physical suffering, but we all feel the shock as we try to help. Everyone worries about how everyone else is coping. Tears come easily and often. We cling to anything that reminds us of normal and we are often grateful for mundane tasks that occupy our minds and bodies.

We do have faith in our God who has said that it’s times like this that he carries us through. We are waiting to see how that looks. Now we are finding out what it means to have it be “well with our souls” while bad things are happening. Some days our “souls” are not doing so well and we realize that this work is not just physical, not just emotional, but very much spiritual.

Realizing that we live in a world that has gotten ruined in many different ways, we have done what we can to think about and prepare for the worst case scenario. As I went through my own worst case imaginings (which I am always doing – seems to be a habit) I found it kind of liberating to have faced the most feared things. It seemed to free up the energy and motivation to fight back.

When something comes upon me suddenly, unexpectedly, I spend more time with my fear than I do with my hope. There are those two different views to any perceived threat and I do have a choice about how much time to give to each of them. With God’s help, I’m choosing hope.

With God there is no rule about how these things must go. There is the possibility of surprise and blessing to come where I least expect it. God can take care of us in the darkest of places. Isn’t that what I’ve said – “even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you (God) are with me”? Now I get to mean it for myself, and for someone else.

Another biblical phrase is “consider it pure joy when you face trials of many kinds”. I’m not yet at the place where I can say I’m glad our family gets to go through a trial. None of us are glad for this. It was not a chosen path, but since we are on it, much better that we accept the offer of Jesus, our creator and greatest healer, to go with us. How could we not? Once again, just sayin’…