Making Pickles and Life Decisions

It’s supposed to be spring, but the weather didn’t get the memo. I had been looking forward to making pickles for my canning and preservation class, imagining open windows, sunshine, and the smell of vinegar filling a warm kitchen. Instead, I was bundled in layers, fighting off what I’m pretty sure is either the flu or Covid. Whatever it is, it’s persistent. To top it off, our long weekend was hijacked by house problems — specifically, a leaky porch roof that made everything else feel harder. We had planned to do some gardening, but between the unexpected repairs, the cold, and being sick, not much went smoothly. My husband and I were both exhausted, frustrated, and pretty over it. We started reflecting on how much has changed over the last couple of years: serious illness in the family, a cross-country move, building a new house, and most recently my pending layoff. Some of it was exciting, some of it draining, and all of it left us feeling like we’ve been running on empty for a while...