A woman named Ellen from The Compact emailed me off-list today. She wanted my expert advice on how to compost. Which, funnily enough, is something that comes up pretty often with me. I guess I'm just really out about all the thrilling details of my life which include knitting, composting and training the cats how to act like dogs.
At any rate, I called her back right away. "OhmyGodI'msoexcitedIcandomyrandomactofkindnessrightnowandgetitoverwith," is what ran through my head as the phone rang.
It takes so little to get me excited these days.
Well, during the course of our scintillating conversation about the controlled rot of kitchen and garden waste, the topic of canning classes came up.
As it turns out, my psychic friend is also an state fair award-winning fruit preservationist. Or jamster. Or whatever you call someone who is an expert at making homemade jellies and pickles.
I hooked them up. Ellen is going over to my psychic friend's house for a "jam session" (cue the yacht rock) next week.