Yesterday, after the guys finished their coffee and Charlotte's maple twists . .. I began to sort the pictures from the drive to Merit and Spences Bridge.
I could waste so much time doing this. . . but then again, is it really wasted time?
The rest of the day, I continued to make applesauce for the wee ones. . .and for us too. Chopping, cooking and turning the food mill. . .the guilt vanished and the ice cream pails filled up.
In between the apple sauce making. . the picture sorting and ordering .. .I spent a bit of time on the phone. . . .should I feel guilty for that?
I had a call from back east. . .chit chatted a bit with my sister in law. . .who is patiently waiting for the twins to be born. I had a call from my dear friend who had I needed desperately to catch up with. . . and I had a phone call from a wee family member. . .didn't have much to say for herself .. but that certainly wasn't a wasted moment.
After that. . .the phone rang again. . .while I was turning the food mill. . .
He said. . "I don't smell no coffee". . . .so I assured him that is was because he was in the shop. . .and not in the house. . . . . . He moseyed in for a cup of coffee. . ..was that wasted time?