World Suicide Prevention day is coming up! Made Jam

World suicide prevention day is coming up in September. The funeral home where Deborah is sleeping will be hosting the event, one more time. We will be inviting the politicians, and other guest speakers. I will give you the information as soon as I have it available.
Today, I canned 18 jars of peach jam, and baked 2 pies. I am trying to be more creative and better each time I do it. I even put a touch of cinnamon and vanilla in the jam. There is so much to it. I even sent my husband back to the store to exchange the pectin from the liquid to the dry powder. Upon studying further, I could have made it without pectin, if I had just put sugar on the fruit the night before and let it sit in the fridge.  Sadly, my mom did not have the time to teach me these minute details. She worked very hard to make a living and help support me and my sister back in Hungary in the late 60's. She worked the fields, and sold corn and potatoes, and apples in the market on the weekends. She was a seamstress by trade. She has taught us the ropes of working hard in life. Now the sweetie is in a hospice in Florida. Her memory seems to diminish each time I call. This is very troubling. Sometimes, I reflect on wether Deborah, had my mom's bi-polar. Very easily, she may have, and we know that the rate of suicide is much higher for those with bi-polar.
I recall making cherry compote with Deborah. Cherries we picked in the Okhanagan together. These jars will forever be a memory. As with all fruit preparation, I feel exhausted. My family does not take an active roll in such trivial undertakings. I'm stroking Deborah's cat Moonshine as I write. I have been on my feet all day pretty well. I even made a crock pot full of pork loin stuffed with cloves of garlic, a bunch of home made fasirt (hungarian version of a hamburger). So, I'm done for the day. I could not stand to look at another pot. I rejoice for the nice breeze today. Finally, we had a bit of rain overnight, and the sky is blue once again. I sure hope it has helped the forest fires. It almost feels like an autumn day; crisp and breezy.
I think I saved quiet a bit of money by making my preserves. I saved at least 50 dollarshaving  included the cost of the  jars, and pectin, and sugar the jam required. I do regret not picking up jars at the last garage sale I was at. They were staring at me, but I didn't think I would have the energy or desire to do the work. So I bought some at the Superstore.
I feel wrestless lately. I feel that nobody is listening to the watchman who are proclaiming the Word of the Lord to this last generation. People generally think only of themselves in this life, and pay no attention to the life to come. It is a mixed feeling of emotion. Happy that we  those saved in Christ are leaving, but sad for those who will remain and have to go through the Great Tribulation.