A Rough Transition

I am just now attempting to transition to the new journal, and I am in the midst of dismay. I guess the old habits are so ingrained that I am having difficulty adjusting. I have been copying the archives manually, mainly because I wanted something tangible to refer to as I use them for memory prompts as I intend to compile a small book for my grandchildren. But I also wanted to transfer if possible. The first thing that happened was the refusal to accept the Google password I had established. So I changed it . Oh, well! I missed my call today. My sweetie and I call each other after lunch every day, but today he has gone to the church to help make apple butter for the youth group to sell as a fund-raiser. They made 195 quarts last Thursday and hope to have that many today. I helped with several of the stir-offs last year but I am not risking arthritis flare-up this year as we are experiencing a cold spell. We made the apple butter in the outside picnic shed, enclosed with\ tarps and we had a roaring fire in the huge fireplace, but it was still cold. I miss doing it because it was great fun, with fellowship and a great country dinner. Stirring the huge cauldrons reguire several people to switch out turns stirring with long oar-like paddles. The applesauce must be seasoned with cinnamon and cinnamon oil, and stirred continuously for several hours before it is ready to be canned in fruit jars. Maybe the next canning will be during a warmer spell and I can help then. It has become a tradition. Apple butter is wonderful on a hot, home-made biscuit!