Day 43: Late by Design

I made a conscious decision to delay this week’s picture and post one day.  Today, 26 September 2011 is 28 years since I arrived at MCRD-San Diego to start my journey towards becoming a Marine.  For many Marines, this is almost considered a birthday, though the true birthday is the first day you’re called Marine – for me, that’s 16 December.

Me today

28 years ago yesterday with Gramma B.  I've changed a bit

The past few days, I have done what I typically do during this time of the year – I reflect back upon the journey that has been.  September has always been a time of change for me – typically one of rebirth.  School always has started around this time of year, I joined and was released from active duty in September, and I was married in this month as well.  If Crystal were still alive, this past week would have been 15 years together. 

It’s all good.

This past week, I have spent a lot of time being introspective.  I have looked at this past year, and the past years, and realized that though I am comfortable being alone, I would love to share my adventure with someone.  The trouble is finding someone to share that adventure with.  It doesn’t help that I’m a bit shy – truly shy – and I really don’t like going out to bars and such. 

I’ve also been busy in the kitchen this past week.  My apple tree has been over-productive the last few years (look below for what’s still left after at least 25 bushels has been picked off of it).  I’ve been making apple sauce, froze a few pre-made pie fillings, and tonight, I’ve started a batch of apple sauce that’ll be made into apple butter.

That's a lot of apples

And, I’m also in the process of turning a leg of lamb into fenalår, a Norwegian style cold cut.  It’s a long process, but should be ready for Christmas.  I’m excited and hope it turns out well.  It’s also going to force me to figure out how to cold smoke – and that’s something I REALLY look forward to learning. 

My friend Wade also sent me something – Wade believe that everyone needs a little bit of Tom Selleck in their soul.  Ah, Wade, you do make me laugh.

The Bjorn Selleck

The Wade Selleck