Jar Count

I do canning, and I do estate sales. Sometimes these two habits intersect, usually in the garage of an estate sale where I find a dusty old jar or two. (Twice I've found copious hauls of dusty old jars.) This morning, after dance class, I dragged Wonderful Husband to the sole estate sale within range (I will go to a five-mile radius of my house). In the garage I found four canning jars. As I eyed them, he made noise about how I already have so many. He was correct, so I put three of them (cup jars) back. The wide-mouth quart jar for $.10 I bought.

This afternoon, I pulled all my not-in-use jars out, organized them, and tallied. I have:

2 half-cup jars
43 one-cup jars
4 one-and-a-half-cup jars
36 regular pint jars
5 wide-mouthed pint jars
2 twenty-ounce jars
25 regular quart jars
18 wide-mouthed quart jars

(Total: 135 canning jars.)

6 bail wire pint jars
1 bail wire one-cup jar
1 bail wire spice jar
2 bail wire bottles

Plus whatever I have in the fridge or cupboards holding pickles, jams, soups, and dry ingredients. I should inventory my mother's stock of canning jars as well, and determine if the two of us need to shift any around in either direction. Just as well I passed on those three other jars this morning; I apparently have an abundance of one-cup jars....

Story of a Saturday

Did final dance class for this term. Estate sale. Grocery shopping. Washed dishes. Weeded. Watered the garden. Rescued the first feline lizard catch of the year (go Paris!). Checked my car's oil. Counted and organized jars. Went to the gym. Worked my way through another stack of ten pages of edits. Cut out 225 words; ending at page 56, at a word count 132,118.